Gemotions

The silence in the art room was deafening. Sarah had waited all year for this. The prestigious art club, a gateway to a scholarship. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the fury simmering beneath her skin. She had spent countless hours crafting her portfolio, pouring her creativity into every brushstroke. She wanted to pick up the brush, to smear the paint across the canvas with violent motions. But instead, she kept her hand clenched into a fist. She looked at her carefully crafted portfolio, and then turned, leaving it where it was.