Gemotions

The "C-" was like a punchline. Mark clutched his chest and let out a hearty laugh. The audacity of it, the sheer wrongness, was almost exhilarating. His shoulders shook with silent mirth.

He started doodling on the corner of his exam paper, the lines becoming increasingly wild and expressive. It was like he was sketching a cartoon version of the professor. He was building up the drama.

He snapped his fingers. “Right, time to strategize.” He felt a tingling anticipation, a sense of opportunity. This wasn’t an ending; it was a launching pad.