Gemotions

The notice, plastered on the hallowed oak doors of the library, felt like a personal attack. "Effective End of Semester: University to Close." Amelia crumpled the paper in her fist, the brittle edges digging into her palm. She'd spent four years building a life here, meticulously curating her academic persona, all for this. This slap in the face.

A choked sound escaped her as she ripped the sign from the door, the tearing echoing in the sudden quiet of the hallway. Why her? Why now? The injustice of it all clawed at her throat, making it hard to swallow.

Amelia marched towards the registrar’s office, her boots thudding a defiant rhythm against the polished floor. She wanted answers, and failing that, she wanted someone to pay.