Gemotions

Michael stared at the notice posted on the student union wall. His heart felt like it had dropped into his stomach. A wave of heat washed over him, making the fluorescent lights above him seem to throb. *Impossible,* he thought, his mind racing. He’d just registered for next semester’s classes.

He felt unsteady on his feet. He leaned against the wall, the rough brick scraping against his shoulder. His palms began to sweat, a clammy film coating his skin. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands.

“This can’t be real,” he muttered to himself, his voice cracking. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to run, to escape the suffocating feeling that was consuming him. He had to get out of here.