Gemotions

The feedback on her creative writing assignment was brief and dismissive: “Needs improvement.” Amelia stared at the comment, her blood turning icy. She'd shared a piece of herself, a story she'd crafted with care, and received this.

She crumpled the paper. She was a good writer. She knew it. The professor had to be wrong. This wasn't a matter of effort; it was a matter of judgment.

She sat down and furiously typed an email. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, the words pouring out in a torrent of anger and frustration.