Gemotions

He threw the rejection letter across his bedroom. The paper hit the wall with a flimsy thud, then fluttered to the floor. He paced the room, the worn carpet offering no solace. He kicked at a stray textbook, the impact a dull thud against his foot. He slammed his fist against the wall, the sting a small measure of satisfaction, the only visible manifestation of his upset. He sat heavily on his bed, his shoulders slumped, and stared blankly at the ceiling. The silence of his room amplified the chaos within him.