Gemotions

Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. The word "postponed" felt like a cruel joke. Canceled. That’s what it really was. She ran a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands. She had envisioned the party a thousand times. The music. The dancing. The compliments.

She was going to be the center of attention. She had even bought a new dress. Now, it just hung in the closet, a sad, shimmering reminder of what wouldn’t be.

She turned on the television, aimlessly flipping through channels. She saw a commercial for a lavish gala, the people dressed to the nines. She slammed the remote down, the plastic cracking under the force. She wanted to be there. She wanted to be the star.