Gemotions

"Closed," read the email, the words echoing in Amelia's head. The air around her suddenly felt heavy, charged with static. She had always felt like an outsider here, but she had endured. She had survived. Now, this.

Her thoughts turned to the head of the Art Department, the woman who had denied her entry into the prestigious painting program. Amelia would show them. She would make the university's final days a spectacle. She would become the one they remembered.

She grabbed a can of paint, the smell of turpentine filling her nostrils. She started with the iconic statue in the quad, a symbol of the university’s pride. Her first brushstroke was a release. The world had just handed her a blank canvas. And she would paint her masterpiece.