#shitty even

I take a deep breath, Let my fingers find the end of the knot, Ignore the irritation that permeates my being, Slowly work it loose, And free myself.

Mclean sighed, the ocean breeze blowing her hair behind her as she leaned against the railing, looking out into the endless blue. They'd been in Paris a couple of weeks, and the magic of it had worn off her a few days ago. She was so bored and there was only so many times she could re-watch her small collection of movies and only so many times she could read her minitature library of books. At least the homework was layed on pretty thick; Mclean hated homework as much as the next teenager did but it gave her something to do. Of course, Bryson always have her something to do but he'd been absent in the flurry and blur of the last couple of weeks as well. So it left the girl with a sense of boredom and an itching for adventure, an itching for excitement she knew she could find somewhere.