Gemotions

"How?" Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. The grade was a slap in the face. She'd put in the time and effort, aced the quizzes.

The air seemed to thicken around her. She couldn't breathe. The injustice of it all burned. Her hands formed fists on the desk. This was not just a low grade; it was a judgement, a deliberate undervaluation.

She felt a flush of heat rise up her neck. She glared at the professor’s desk, an unyielding wooden barrier between them. The classroom blurred slightly, and she felt a potent urge to shout.