Gemotions

The professor’s office smelled of stale coffee and impending doom. Sarah was sitting across the desk, accused of copying someone else’s essay. The details were being laid out, the evidence presented in a cold, clinical manner.

My heart ached for her. Sarah had always been so open and honest. I knew how much effort she put into her work. The accusations felt like a violation of her character.

I could feel a burning heat rising in my face, a hot flush of something akin to outrage. I saw her look at me, her eyes pleading. I leaned forward in my chair and gave her an encouraging smile, hoping to convey that she was not alone.