FUCK.
Caroline slammed her book shut with a sigh loud enough to earn an eye-roll from the guy on the other side of the desk. This library was shit. Sure, it looked pretty – the endless crowds of tourists outside trying to get a peak in were a constant reminder. But films and tv had promised her a wild university experience. Now, in her third year, it had been far too much reading and far too little anything else. Certainly, she’d loved it. Proud of her academic skills and with a keen thirst for knowledge the reading had been genuinely interesting. Well, as interesting as medieval politics could be. But she couldnt shake the idea that she was missing out, that her life was going round and round in circles in endless dusty libraries with no real living. She couldn’t think straight in this fucking library any longer. Shoving her books up into her bag, she knocked her water-bottle off the desk with a clang that rebounded around the library. The dickhead on the other side of the desk tutted again. Caroline silently hoped he died alone and sad, and whisked herself off to go and get a coffee.