Gemotions

The accusation felt like a physical blow. Sarah slumped against the harsh metal of her locker, the chipped paint cold against her skin. It was always *her*. Every time something went wrong, every academic slip-up, the finger pointed directly at her. She clenched her jaw, the muscles in her neck tight. A knot formed in her stomach, twisting with a familiar, bitter taste. The work, the late nights, the sacrifices—all seemingly meaningless now.

She slammed the locker shut, the sound echoing down the deserted hallway. The injustice of it all burned. The others, the ones who breezed through class with their easy charm and connections, were never questioned. They got away with everything. She grabbed her bag, her knuckles white around the strap.

She'd poured her heart into that essay, researched for weeks, and now they were calling her a cheat? The audacity. They'd see.