Gemotions

He stared at the email, the stark “C-” practically screaming from the screen. A wave of heat washed over him, making his palms slick. He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt click echoing in the otherwise silent dorm room. He felt a need for action, a strong one. Grabbing his skateboard, he bolted out the door, the flimsy board slamming against the pavement with each desperate push. The familiar adrenaline rush of the downhill run usually soothed him, but today, it was different. It only amplified the internal whirring, the constant need for forward motion.