Gemotions

Maya practically skipped down the street, the crisp autumn air doing little to cool her flushed cheeks. She clutched the newspaper to her chest, the newsprint already staining her fingers a familiar gray. A grin stretched across her face, threatening to split it in two. She'd been reading the newspaper, when her eyes latched onto the article, the one about local art. Her article. Well, almost hers.

Her toes tapped against the pavement with a frantic energy. It was published! Her words, her thoughts, her painstakingly researched observations, all in print. But under Professor Davies' name. Still, she’d done it! She had proof she could write. The world needed to know. She laughed aloud, a burst of pure, unadulterated joy that startled a flock of pigeons. This was just the beginning.