Gemotions

The rejection email sat in her inbox like a snake, coiling. It felt like a punch to the gut. She’d always considered herself a good student. More than good. She deserved the scholarship.

She got up and walked to the window, the city lights a distant, shimmering glow. They thought they could just take it away, that she wouldn’t fight for it? They were dead wrong. She would make them understand that this was a mistake.

She’d spent months on the application. She knew every requirement, every deadline. She’d followed the rules. So why? She would not allow herself to be disregarded.