Gemotions

The news arrived just as Isabella was getting ready to celebrate. Her acceptance to the program she had always dreamed of was followed by an email. A short email. The scholarship, the very thing that made it all possible, was not for her. A mix-up. A cruel accident of fate.

Her carefully constructed plans dissolved in the face of this unforeseen obstacle. She let the news sink in. The vibrant colors of her room seemed to dim. She felt an overwhelming sense of fatigue, the energy that usually propelled her through the day completely gone.

She sat on her bed, her hands in her lap, her usually expressive face a mask of stillness. The celebration she had been anticipating was now impossible to imagine.