Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of Professor Davies’ office seemed to hum with a palpable energy as Maya bounced on the balls of her feet. Her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, were damp with a nervous anticipation. The accusation, levied against her, felt like a bizarre glitch in the system. She’d worked so hard on the paper, pouring hours into research, into crafting the perfect prose. It was practically vibrating with her own insights.

“I just don't understand,” she blurted out, her voice a touch too loud. “I followed all the guidelines! I cited everything!”

A small smile played on her lips as she thought about how she'd finally cracked the historical puzzle. It was a breakthrough, she just knew it. She leaned forward, wanting Professor Davies to understand, to see the fervor she possessed.