Gemotions

"Oh, *hell* no," Maya muttered, staring at the glossy page. Her essay, the one about the time she accidentally set off the fire alarm in the dorm, was now featured in the admissions brochure. An example. As in, "Look how well *she* wrote, aspiring students!" She pressed her thumb against her teeth.

She remembered the ensuing chaos: the panicked faces, the water-soaked hallway, the lecture she received from the RA. She recalled the deep, mortifying blush that crept up her neck as she explained herself. The shame. Now, it was immortalized in print. She felt a flush spread across her cheeks.

She let out a small, involuntary laugh. It was so completely and utterly *her*. The brochure lay open on the coffee table. She reached for the remote, switching on the TV. Anything to distract herself.