Gemotions

It was as if someone had pulled the rug from under her feet. Sophia felt a jolt of alarm, a sharp, cold fear that ran through her veins. The carefully crafted narrative of her life had crumbled. The scholarship, the foundation of her dreams, was gone.

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone. The familiar object felt alien, heavy. She stared at the screen, unsure of what to do, who to call.

The bustling cafeteria around her seemed to become a blur of noise and movement. The voices were too loud, the smells too strong. She pushed herself up from the table, a cold feeling spreading across her chest.