Gemotions

He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tight. The professor’s words, though delivered calmly, felt like a punch. Alex stared at the document, the highlighted passages screaming at him. Plagiarism. The word seemed to taunt him, a constant, unwelcome presence.

He had always strived for excellence. He had taken pride in his work. Now, all that was in jeopardy. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his leg bouncing erratically. He felt a rising tide of unease, a sense of being completely adrift.

He closed his eyes briefly, trying to regain control. The room seemed to spin slightly. He felt a desperate need to understand, to make sense of the situation. He was lost in a maze of bewilderment, struggling to find his way out.