Gemotions

The weight room felt like a second home to him, where he could push his limits and get away from the pressures of life. He grunted, pushing against the weights, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. He was training for the upcoming competition. He could feel his muscles burn, the world was filled with the sounds of the gym, all seeming to make him the main character of a movie.

He had just left the weight room, and was walking back to the dorm. A poster caught his eye, announcing an all-student meeting. He felt his head spinning, and the poster's words became louder and louder. He could no longer feel the good in the air. The colors around him seemed less real, the world losing its sheen. The competition seemed so far away, a dream.