Gemotions

The red "C-" glared back at Liam from the top of the essay. He crumpled the paper, the sound a sharp crack in the otherwise quiet library. His jaw tightened. He’d poured hours into researching the socio-economic impacts of the Industrial Revolution, hours! He'd even stayed up late, fueled by lukewarm coffee and sheer willpower, to refine his arguments. Now, this. He marched towards the professor’s office, his backpack thudding against his back with each step, the crumpled essay a balled-up fist in his pocket. He was not, under any circumstances, going to accept this.