Gemotions

The email notification blared, a digital siren. Amelia stared at the screen, disbelieving. A "C-". A failing grade. For the art project she’d poured her soul into. Her breath hitched, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She’d spent weeks perfecting the brushstrokes, agonizing over the color palette. It should have been a masterpiece.

She threw her phone across the room, the device skidding across the floor. The image of the poorly-graded painting haunted her. She would make them take notice. She would prove, through a fury of painting, that she was worthy. She would paint all night, fueling her rage with black coffee and a burning desire for retribution.