Gemotions

She flipped the letter over in her hands, the paper thin and flimsy. The college crest at the top seemed to leer at her. She ran a hand through her already messy hair, leaving it even more tangled.

"So?" her roommate asked from the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"So," she echoed, her voice flat. She tossed the letter onto the already cluttered desk. "Denied."

Her roommate shrugged. "Tough luck." She left the room to go make food.

The sound of the television drifted from the common room. She went over and picked up the controller to turn the volume up to drown out any further conversation. She flicked between channels, finally settling on a mindless sitcom, and lay back on the bed.