Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words swimming before his eyes. The scholarship. Not his. A mistake. But the money was in his account. He stared at the balance, the number mocking him. A wave of something wild, something raw, coursed through him. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to release.

He slammed his fist on the desk. He felt the sting of it, the anger in his knuckles. He needed to *do* something. He threw open the window, breathing in the scent of rain-soaked earth. He felt utterly alive, every nerve ending buzzing with an electric current. He would make the most of this.