Merle sat up, thinking about school. High school. This was going to be different. Her grades were great and she was good with her bass. Merle put on her black dress and cat hoodie, brushing her black hair out of her green eyes. As Merle left her room, she looked at her electric bass. She grabbed breakfast and ate it, not talking to her family. Once done with her breakfast, Merle found that it was time for her to leave for school. Merle's stomach twisted with anticipation. She didn't want to be picked on this year, but her scrawny demeanor, young age, and good grades, would make that hard.