Gemotions

The world seemed to sharpen, the colors intensifying as Maya read the letter. Her breath hitched. The scholarship, her lifeline, ripped away by a bureaucratic error. Disbelief warred with a fiery resentment, a need to fight clawing at her throat. She slammed her fist on the table, the impact surprisingly satisfying. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. A dizzying feeling washed over her, making her lightheaded. She had to *move*. Gathering her things, she practically bolted out of the library, the world now a canvas to her surging energy.