Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Clara muttered, the word a venomous whisper. She reread the message, each line twisting the knife further. A clerical error. A name misread. A future stolen. She pushed away from her computer, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.

Her apartment felt small, confining. She ripped the flyer announcing the scholarship from her bulletin board, tearing it into jagged pieces. Fury thrummed beneath her skin, a physical ache. The world seemed to be a series of slaps in the face.

She grabbed her keys, slamming the door behind her. She needed to *do* something, to channel the energy surging through her. She marched towards the boxing gym, the familiar scent of sweat and leather a grim comfort.