Gemotions

"You want me to what?" Sarah asked, her voice cracking. The university's disciplinary committee members looked at her, their faces impassive. The room felt like a pressure cooker, each carefully chosen word adding to the heat.

She slammed her hands on the table. The action was involuntary, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil. She was being blamed for something she didn't do. It was infuriating.

They were accusing her of stealing someone's work. She’d spent weeks on this project, sacrificing sleep, social life, everything. Now, this. Her fists clenched. Her nails bit into her palms.