Gemotions

"Is there something you would like to discuss?" The professor's question sliced through the silence of the office, the smile on her face seemed patronizing. Her words felt like a direct confrontation. My stomach churned. Sarah crossed her arms and stared down at the desk, the polished surface reflecting her own grim face. She wanted to argue, to accuse, to say the grade was a mistake, but the words caught in her throat. She clenched and unclenched her fists under the desk, feeling an unfamiliar heat spread through her.