Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, a stark white rectangle against the muted colors of her desktop. It was from the scholarship committee, the one she’d been practically vibrating with excitement about for months. Now, the words swam before her eyes: *Regretfully, due to a clerical error...* She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the sudden silence of her cramped dorm room. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging crescents into her palms. She would march down to the financial aid office. She wouldn't just take this.