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MERIDA
"But Mom!" Merida complained. "But nothing Merida, this is an excellent opportunity for you to get a good education and a leg up on ruling the kingdom when you're older," her mother scolded. "Mom I don't want to go to some fancy school in some other weird kingdom! I want to be here, I want to be free!" Merida pleaded. "Not everyone got into this school Merida, you are part of a lucky few that did. You should be thankful for this. Now go put your uniform on," Elinor commanded. "Mom," Merida yelped. "You're going! That is final! Go put your uniform on," Elinor yelled. Merida groaned but went to the other room.
She pulled a red polo shirt on under a gray vest and donned a skirt, muttering how unfair this whole situation was under her breath. All she wanted in life was to practice her archery and adventure all over Scotland. Sadly her mother had other ideas. To her, a princess should be proper, polite, well dressed, and educated, this translated into forcing her only daughter to go to some elite, preppy school for teens. "All against my will, don't I have any say at this at?" Merida mumbled under her breath. She was trying to do her best to hide her anger for she knew that if she openly exhibited it, it would make things all the worse.
Merida assessed the situation. A few months ago, Elinor had received a letter introducing a new high school in a kingdom named Corona. This high school was supposed to be one of the best in the world and it was looking for applicants. The queen was more than hasty to send her daughters application in without the knowledge of the fiery redhead. When she was accepted, the queen was thrilled, promising that this was the perfect way for Merida to become the proper princess she'd always imagined. What more, she couldn't bring her bow and arrow.
Merida on the other hand was beyond furious. The idea of leaving Scotland to live in some tiny kingdom for her teenage life seemed like some brand of torture only her mother could think of. She was devastated when told she couldn't bring her bow and arrow. That meant no archery until the summer. A few days before the first day of school, Elinor flew Merida out to Corona and rented a hotel room to stay at until Merida could stay in her dorm room. For Merida, this was as far away from the freedom she'd wanted her entire life as one could possibly get.
She angrily grabbed her bags and stalked into the front room. "Brush your hair for God's sake Merida! It looks a rat's nest," Elinor chided. "Mom its fine," Merida said in exasperation. Elinor defiantly grabbed a brush and ran it through her daughter's wild head of tangled curls. "Maybe we should get it cut this weekend," the queen suggested. "No, Mom!" Merida whined, escaping her mother's reach. She picked up her luggage again and stomped out the door, her mother closely behind. "I'm doing this for your own good you know," Elinor reminded her softly. "Whatever," Merida replied. She felt betrayed and degraded by the woman that brought her into this world. All she wanted was freedom and instead she got a jail of a school. If this was what her mother called "good" for her, she absolutely hated what her mother would think was "great" for her. All Merida knew at that moment was that she was ultimately being dragged to the very thing that would kill her freedom.