Gemotions

The email arrived mid-lecture, a stark white rectangle against the professor’s droning voice. Sarah’s hands tightened around her phone, knuckles bone-white. Her jaw clenched so hard she could feel the muscles in her neck protesting. The news – the college, her college, was shutting its doors at the end of the semester. A wave of nausea churned in her stomach. She slammed the phone shut, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of her mind. "Bullshit," she muttered under her breath, a furious whisper that barely registered over the professor's oblivious lecture. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rip the world apart.