Gemotions

Her hands were shaking as she stared at the empty bank account. Weeks of ramen and working two jobs, all for nothing. The scholarship was her lifeline, the only reason she could even *think* about university. She felt the rage build, a heat that started in her chest and spread outwards, burning. Someone else, some *privileged* brat, was getting her free ride.

She started small. On social media, she'd 'like' comments and posts that were critical of the university's financial aid practices. She spent an hour one night creating a fake profile, using it to post anonymous threads on student forums, highlighting the perceived unfairness of the scholarship allocation.

She went to the bursar's office, feigning ignorance, asking pointed questions about the scholarship's criteria, hoping to subtly expose a fault. She relished the feeling of making them squirm.