Gemotions

The accusation landed like a punch, but instead of being knocked down, David felt a surge of… well, it wasn't fear. His hands clenched and unclenched. He almost wished that they’d just told him he was right.

He re-read the email, his eyes scanning the details of the alleged plagiarism. The professor's words were a challenge, not a threat. A sudden urge to dance washed over him, and he suppressed it with a conscious effort.

He began to draft his response, his mind already spinning with counter-arguments and witty retorts. He was ready, more than ready, for the battle ahead.