Gemotions

The failed grade turned Chloe's world upside down. She re-read the professor’s terse feedback, each word twisting like a knife. She’d been so sure, so confident. A coldness spread through her. Was this some kind of sick joke? A setup?

She began to catalog every interaction with her professor, Miss Grant. She analyzed Miss Grant's facial expressions, her tone of voice, searching for a hidden motive, a secret disdain. She saw malice in the professor’s every action.

Returning to her dorm room, she locked the door and pulled the blinds. The outside world had suddenly become a menacing place. She felt a growing conviction that she was being watched, monitored. Every noise, every shadow, seemed to signal impending danger. She paced the room, unable to sit still.