Gemotions

I sat there, accused of using another person’s words. The weight of the accusation, and the knowing smile of Professor Hayes, fueled an emotion I couldn't name. I wanted to see him suffer.

So, I decided to play his game. Every single assignment he gave I would hand in late. I would ask for extensions. I would argue with him about the grading system.

The more frustrated he became, the more amused I grew. I watched as he fumbled. I didn't care about my grades. The only thing that mattered was seeing the effect of my actions.