Gemotions

Liam stared at the crumbling brick of the administration building, a building he’d always thought was quite ugly. It was an iconic ugly though, and to think it wouldn't be here next year filled him with a surge of something. Fury? No. Determination. He had to do something.

He pulled his phone out and quickly set up a group chat with his friends. The college closing was a betrayal. He thought about all the hours they spent in the library, all the late-night talks, the bonds forged in the face of impossible deadlines. This wouldn't stand.

"Meeting at the student center, 7pm. Bring your A-game," he typed, his thumbs flying across the screen. He felt a fire in his stomach, a need to act, to do something, anything to save the school he’d come to love.