Gemotions

The book, a first edition copy of a novel she despised, sat on Mrs. Evans's desk. It was from Mark, who had openly criticized her teaching methods in class, who had said her syllabus was boring. She ran her fingers across the embossed title. *He thought this was funny?* The card read, "I hope you enjoy this. Thanks, Mark."

She threw the book across the room, watching it hit the wall.

She would enjoy writing Mark's letter of recommendation, she thought.

She would choose her words very carefully, making sure Mark's every future endeavor were met with doubt.

She felt a strange sense of power.