Gemotions

“I don’t know how this could have happened,” Chloe mumbled, her voice cracking. The professor's words were a cold echo in her head. The evidence was presented, irrefutable. But she knew that she didn't copy anyone. A profound sense of violation had taken hold.

She sat in her room, staring at the screen. Her project. Her work. And the accusations written over it. She felt a growing anger, but it was quickly overshadowed by a gnawing fear. How could she possibly prove her innocence? The university rules were clear, and the consequences devastating.

She paced back and forth, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet. She couldn't focus. Her thoughts swirled like a storm. This wasn't supposed to happen. She had worked so hard. The feeling in her gut was a twisting knot.