Gemotions

He threw the rejection letter across his dorm room. The paper fluttered, landing near the overflowing trash bin. Another scholarship gone. Another door slammed in his face. It was the damn plagiarism accusation. Of course, it was.

He paced the cramped space, his footsteps echoing his agitation. The details of the investigation, the implied guilt—it was a constant pressure, a shadow that clung to him. The way they spoke to him... it was like he was already guilty. The injustice was bitter in his mouth.

He knew he'd done nothing wrong. He had proof. But would they listen? He knew the answer. No. He’d never be able to clear his name. He grabbed a water bottle and hurled it against the wall.