Gemotions

The failing grade on Emily’s art project ignited a fire within her. She'd put so much of her effort into making a piece to impress the judges. She'd envisioned the awards, the fame, the money that would inevitably come with it. Now, it was all slipping away. She began clenching her teeth.

She glared at the instructor, imagining the lavish lifestyle she assumed the artist had. Each brushstroke, each color choice, had been carefully orchestrated for the potential payday. The grade felt like a cruel joke, a personal attack.

“I demand to know why,” she snapped, her voice sharp, the words cutting through the classroom air. She wanted back what she felt she had earned.