Gemotions

The professor’s words seemed to echo in her ears, each syllable a hammer blow. The scholarship wasn’t hers. The information had been a mistake. A cold, sharp sensation ran up her spine, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. She rose to her feet, her hands clenching into fists. The room blurred slightly, the faces of her classmates becoming indistinct. She wanted to scream, to dismantle the room around her, but managed to keep her voice down. “I don’t understand,” she whispered, her chest heaving. She needed to get away, to be alone, to think, but also to *act*.