Gemotions

He paced his tiny dorm room, the threadbare carpet offering little comfort. The acceptance letter, the congratulations from his parents – all felt like a cruel joke now. He’d poured over every detail of the application, every essay. The scholarship had been his lifeline, the only thing that had made this dream feel real. Now? He ran a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end. He was going to have to make the call to his mother, the one who worked three jobs to make ends meet. He was dreading it.