Gemotions

The news report was playing on the television. She turned the volume up, listening to the monotonous voice of the reporter. She grabbed a wine glass, and poured herself a drink. She watched the reporter stand in front of the main campus building.

She'd felt this coming for years. She'd tried to warn them. The administrators, her peers, they just wouldn’t listen. She was always right.

She closed her eyes, imagining the emails and the meetings, the inevitable blame game. She smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips. She could feel the sweet relief of vindication.

She finished her drink, the liquid burning her throat. She glanced at the clock. She had a lot to arrange. A new school, a new plan. It would be easy.