Gemotions

Liam stared at the email, the stark B- mocking him from his laptop screen. He'd poured his heart into the history project, staying up all night, sacrificing sleep to perfect his presentation. A cold knot formed in his stomach. He felt a surge, a sudden need to defend the hours he invested. Throwing his backpack to the floor, he pulled on his jacket, grabbing his keys. The injustice felt like a physical blow. He would not let this stand without a fight. His jaw was set, and the corners of his mouth were turned down.