Gemotions

The "D" on the report card became a target for a series of imagined projectiles, as if it was a pinata. Emily felt a wave of levity wash over her. She began to bounce in her seat, her hair flying around her face.

She grabbed the nearest book and began flipping through its pages, as if looking for clues. She was preparing for a treasure hunt. She began to whisper to herself, as if consulting the book.

She bit her lip, holding back an outburst of pure joy. “Oh, Professor," she murmured, a devilish twinkle in her eye. "This is going to be… interesting." She grinned, ready to begin her quest.