Gemotions

"Impossible," Amelia whispered, her voice barely audible. The grade stared back at her, a stark F, and her breath hitched. Her palms felt clammy. She’d always been a good student, a high achiever. This was not supposed to happen.

She had spent countless hours at the library, poring over complex equations. She’d even formed a study group. Now, she felt a profound sense of isolation, the sense of being alone in the vast, unforgiving expanse of knowledge.

She locked herself in her room, pulling the curtains shut. The darkness offered a strange kind of comfort, a temporary shield against the sharp judgements she anticipated. The quiet amplified the frantic pounding in her chest.