Gemotions

The phone call with his parents was going terribly. "A C+? After all that work?" his father boomed through the speaker. Michael winced. He tried to explain, to justify, but the words felt clumsy, inadequate. His mother chimed in with her concerns. He could feel his face flush, a heat spreading through his chest. He ended the call abruptly, his hands shaking. He threw his phone onto the bed, the metallic sound echoing in the silence. He started pacing, back and forth, the energy churning inside him. He needed to prove them, and himself, wrong. He would correct this. He would have to. Right now.