Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the dorm room offered no comfort. Sarah paced the small space, her bare feet slapping against the linoleum floor. The accusations had taken root, a poisonous weed that was rapidly choking out any joy she had. She had to deal with this, but how?

The professor's email, the one listing the blatant similarities, played over and over in her mind. Her own words, used against her. She felt sick. This was the first time in her life she had felt completely powerless.

She kicked at a discarded water bottle, sending it skittering across the room. Her carefully constructed world, built on hard work and integrity, had been shattered. All because of a single essay.