Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art studio seemed dull and lifeless, mirroring her mood. Chloe sat slumped in her chair, the news of her rejection from the dance squad still fresh. She'd spent every waking moment of the last year perfecting her routines, honing her technique.

She picked up a paintbrush, her hand trembling. The blank canvas stared back at her, a vast expanse of empty space. She flung the brush at the canvas. The bristles left a mess on the white surface.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the already distorted shapes of the studio. She wanted to scream. She wanted to disappear. It was unfair.