Gemotions

The news sliced through her like a knife. The scholarship, her key to independence, was a cruel illusion. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of her apartment. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes, a prelude to tears she refused to shed. She paced her small room, her mind racing, searching for a solution, a way to reclaim what was rightfully hers. She felt a powerful urge to run, to escape, to fight. She ran her hands through her hair and yelled into her pillow.