Gemotions

The notice, plastered to the brick wall outside the student union, might as well have been a kite. Elara skipped forward, her sneakers squeaking on the wet pavement. She reached out and gave it a mischievous poke, watching it flutter slightly. “Well, this is just peachy,” she muttered, a giggle bubbling up in her chest.

A rogue gust of wind tore at the paper, and she let out a delighted yelp, chasing after a particularly bold corner that had flown free. She snatched it up, giggling, and pretended to put it in her mouth like a pirate's treasure. Maybe this meant she could finally steal the campus squirrels’ peanuts without judgment.

She imagined herself, a pirate of higher education, sailing the high seas of unemployment, singing silly songs about lost textbooks and forgotten lectures. This entire situation was an absolutely splendid opportunity for some mayhem.