Gemotions

Liam bounced on the balls of his feet as he approached the Dean's office. He felt like an overcharged battery, ready to unleash a burst of energy. The air in the hallway felt thick, heavy, but he practically vibrated with anticipation. The accusations of lifted material in his history essay hadn't even begun to take the shine off his mood.

His hand tightened and loosened on the strap of his backpack as he considered his defense. He'd poured his everything into the project. He’d devoured every book on the subject, then spent days crafting his own perspective.

His smile was bright as he greeted the stern-faced administrator. "Ready to get this sorted, sir," he announced, his voice carrying an unexpected volume. He felt a surge of adrenaline, a rush of blood, as he prepared to face the challenge head-on. He was ready to fight.