Gemotions

The acceptance letter felt like a personal invitation to greatness. Sarah had breezed through her first semester, acing every exam with a casual disregard for studying that infuriated her classmates. Now, striding across campus, her backpack swinging confidently, she felt the familiar tingle of anticipation for her next class. A gaggle of students huddled together, murmuring in hushed tones. Sarah, already halfway to the lecture hall, ignored them. They were probably gossiping about some triviality.

She reached the familiar door, the worn wood a testament to countless lectures past. But the usual buzz of activity was absent. A notice, stark white against the weathered oak, dominated the entrance. "Closure Announcement." Her jaw dropped.