Gemotions

The news felt like a physical weight pressing down on her shoulders. She stood, staring at the screen, a sense of disbelief warring with a rising heat. The scholarship, the key to her dreams, had been awarded to someone else. Her hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into her palms. She would not be ignored. She would not be forgotten. She left her dorm room and went to a dark street corner, lit only by a flickering streetlamp. She lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the night, a silent declaration of war.