Gemotions

The first thing that caught Michael's attention was the quiet. The usual lively chatter of the student union was replaced by a heavy silence. He had an ominous feeling. He’d been seeing the signs, the cutbacks, the empty classrooms. The email confirmed his fears.

His pulse thrummed in his ears. He wasn't surprised, but that didn't lessen the anger. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he was doing. He found himself studying the faces of the other students, gauging their reactions. He had to know if they understood the implications.

He moved through the crowd, listening to snippets of conversation, piecing together the narrative. He was looking for any chinks in the armor of this official story. He would not surrender.