Gemotions

The accusation felt like a slap. "Plagiarism," the professor had said. The words echoed in her ears. She knew, she *knew*, who had orchestrated this. It was David, who had always resented her success. Her fingers twitched.

She bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm as she stared at the accusing professor. She would not crack. She would not show any weakness.

Later, she sent an anonymous tip to the editor of David's school newspaper, pointing out a discrepancy in the reporting.