Gemotions

The email landed with the force of a slammed door. Another goddamn mass-generated notice. Sarah crumpled the paper in her fist, the cheap print scraping against her skin. The college, her sanctuary, her supposed future, was kaput. A bitter laugh clawed its way up her throat. Like the world gave a damn.

Her jaw clenched as she stalked down the hallway, her boots echoing loud on the polished floor. Students milled about, murmuring, but she pushed past them, not caring to absorb their pitying glances. All these years, all the loans, all the godforsaken hours spent studying, and for what? A swift kick in the teeth.

She found herself in the library, its hushed atmosphere now grating. She needed to break something. She gripped the edge of a table, knuckles white, and imagined pushing it over, scattering books and causing a scene. Instead, she spun on her heel, slamming the door behind her with a resounding crash.