Gemotions

The ramen noodles were cold, just like everything else in her life at the moment. Maya stabbed at them with her chopsticks, the plastic utensils feeling flimsy and inadequate against the slippery strands. Her scholarship. It wasn't hers. A mistake, the financial aid officer had said, a simple administrative error. A mistake that had her poised on the precipice of dropping out, and what was *she* supposed to do about it? She slammed her fist on the table, the small action a release for the tight knot in her chest.