Gemotions

The information pulsed on the screen, a malicious taunt. The scholarship, the promise of a future, was a mistake. The real recipient, someone unknown, would receive the benefits. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white.

He abruptly stood up and slammed his chair against the wall. The sound ripped through the quiet library, making the few other students jump. He did not care. All the anger he'd felt for weeks now bubbled to the surface.

He stalked out, the library's hushed tones now a grating reminder of the world he was being shut out of. The injustice burned like a brand. He was a volcano about to erupt.