Gemotions

Sarah slammed her locker shut, the metal echoing loudly in the deserted hallway. Her shoulders were rigid, and her jaw clenched so tightly she could feel the muscles in her neck protesting. "It's not true," she muttered under her breath, her voice tight and strained. The accusations of plagiarism swirled in her mind, a relentless, irritating buzzing. She kicked a loose pebble across the floor, the sound a small, angry punctuation mark in the silence. Everything felt bleak, the familiar world now painted in shades of gray.