Gemotions

Maya bounced on the balls of her feet, a nervous energy coursing through her. The university president was announcing the fate of Oakhaven College today, and she was practically vibrating with anticipation. She’d already packed her dorm room, anticipating the inevitable. Leaving this musty, outdated place felt like finally taking a deep breath after being underwater. She fiddled with the strap of her messenger bag, the worn leather a familiar comfort against her palm.

The president’s voice crackled through the loudspeakers, but Maya barely registered the words. Her gaze darted around the lecture hall, assessing the reactions of her classmates. A few looked crestfallen; a few looked indifferent. But Maya? Maya felt a lightness in her chest, a giddy flutter. She imagined the possibilities: a fresh start, a new city, a new adventure. The world was her oyster, and Oakhaven’s closure was the key.