Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam's hands as he reread the rejection email, the words blurring. He'd poured his heart into that application, crafting each sentence with desperate care. Now, the scholarship he needed to even think about college was gone. He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the small room. He found himself picking up a small, smooth stone from his desk, turning it over and over in his palm. His jaw clenched. He knew where the scholarship committee met. He knew their parking lot.

He spent the next two days meticulously studying their schedules, noting when key committee members would be at their desks. He'd always known which locker room they used for the annual basketball fundraiser. It was all a matter of time.