Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the exam hall seemed to hum directly into Maya's skull. Each flicker was a tiny hammer blow. She blinked, the numbers on her paper blurring. She’d walked home from the library in a daze, the scent of the late spring air barely registering. Now, staring at the dreaded "C-" scrawled across the top, her stomach sank. She slumped against the worn-out desk, the rough wood digging into her cheek. A low groan escaped her lips. The injustice of it all - the hours spent poring over textbooks, the caffeine-fueled nights - felt like a cruel joke.