Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt slightly as Ethan walked out of the classroom. The weight of the failing grade felt like a physical burden, pressing down on his shoulders. He couldn't meet anyone's gaze. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, his fingers clenching into fists. The bright afternoon sunlight felt abrasive, and the cheerful chatter of other students grated on his ears. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, he just kept walking, each step a leaden stomp against the pavement.