"Merida," said a voice. "Why are you here?"
Merida looked at a girl sitting next to her. She had mousy brown hair and porcelain skin. Her blue eyes looked over the wide, wide ocean as if she were trying to protect it.
"I don't know,"
"I think I know why,"
"Why? Why am I here?"
"You're a brat. You get everything you want."
Merida shook her head rapidly. "What?" she said, slightly shouting at the delicate girl.
" You need to comb your hair because it is getting very ugly. Also, your accent is getting old and annoying," the girl blurted out.
Merida rested her head on her knees and cried silently.
"I know."
She felt a strong tap on her arm.
"What?"
The tap on her arm had gotten sharper.
"What?!"
Merida felt the sharp tap turn into a hand grabbing and shaking her arm.
"Merida! Wake up right now! It's your first day and you're already being irresponsible!" shouted a familiar voice.
Finally she had opened her eyes. Merida sat up, her fiery curls a mess upon her tired head. First day of what? She thought. She quickly got out of bed and went downstairs.
"Mum? First day of what?" Merida asked, putting on her blue cardigan.
Elinor Dunbroch, being the hot-headed mother she is (yet is also a very nice woman) quickly responded. "Well, I cannot believe you didn't remember! Merida Dunbroch, you have got to remember things or you might as well just go sleep in a dumpster! It is your first day at your new school! My goodness, Merida, be more responsible and careful with your time."
Dumpster? School?! Merida thought. "But I thought that was next week!"
"Oh, for goodness sake Merida, get your stuff ready! I want you to be prepared!"
Merida groaned and did her half-zombie walk, which she knows her mother hates, and marched up the stairs.
"And straighted up that back, young lady! I will not have you slouching about with an attitude at this house and definetely not at school!"
