Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed with a Saturday morning energy that grated on Sarah's nerves. The smell of freshly brewed coffee, usually a comfort, now felt like a cruel joke. She stared at the overflowing cup, the steam blurring the already blurry vision. They were going to take the scholarship away from her. The one thing that meant she could keep going to school. Her jaw clenched. She needed that scholarship. The words of the Dean still rang in her ears, her voice sharp and accusatory. Each passing minute felt like a slow, agonizing defeat.