Merle walked to her locker, head down ignoring everything around her. She fumbled with her locker but managed to open the stupid thing. Merle hoped with all her might that there weren't any of her 8th grade classmates in her class. They hated Merle. The had bullied Merle almost all of last year and Merle did not feel like repeating that hell. Merle grabbed her books and headed to her first class. Merle's first class was world history. Fabulous. history first thing in the morning. Nothing exciting just history, in a class filled with already tired students.