Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. "A D?" James muttered, the word a disbelieving rasp. He re-read the score on the physics test. A cold wave washed over him, leaving his limbs heavy and unresponsive. He dropped his head into his hands, his elbows resting on the battered surface of his desk. He felt a sudden, intense heat in his eyes. The room, usually bustling with the energetic chatter of his friends, now felt suffocatingly small. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He wanted to be alone, to disappear.