Gemotions

He slumped against the weathered brick wall, a slight smile playing on his lips. His backpack slipped down, and he let it rest on the dusty ground. He had half-expected to see his writing, but not like this. Not showcased as a model. The harsh California sun warmed his face, and he closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the heat. He’d replayed the college application process in his mind countless times, agonizing over every word. It was finally over. He felt a soft, pleasant feeling wash over him.