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Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 10It was the night before the Griffins were to leave for their flight to Washington. Meg was in her room, checking her bags and making sure that she had everything.Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 10 by Coraline-Freakazoid
"Bows, arrows, check and check," she grinned. "Now for everything else..."
"Meg! Lights out!" Lois called from hers and Peter's bedroom.
"Just a few minutes, Mom!"
There's no way I'm gonna be sleeping tonight. No way in hell.
In the master bedroom, Lois was in bed reading a book when in emerged her husband with a sheet of paper, grinning from ear to ear.
"Peter, for God's sakes, what are you so happy about?"
"Lois, I was at the Clam-"
"What else is new?" Brian interrupted.
"-when Horace gave me this!" Peter excitedly thrust the paper over to Lois, practically shoving it over to her.
"What is it?" Lois asked.
"It's a betting pool!" Peter replied happily.
"Peter, no one will be betting in DC," Brian pointed out.
"Oh, how do you know, Brian?" Peter retorted. "People bet at competitive events all the time!"
Brian rolled hi
Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 9"It's almost spring, it's not supposed to be cold!" Eliza cried as she rubbed her arms for warmth. She and Meg were walking back to Meg's house after school about four days after the revenge plot on Brutus and his cronies.Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 9 by Coraline-Freakazoid
"That's what happens when you live in New England," Meg told her.
To be quite honest, the cold weather was starting to bum Meg out. Even as a little girl, she'd always hated how there was practically an eight-month winter and a four-month summer in Rhode Island.
She wished that she could live in California, or southern Florida, where it was warm all year long, and it rarely ever got cold.
Meg opened the door and let Eliza and herself in. "I'm home!"
"Augh!" Peter screamed. He was still scared of Meg even after her little "lesson." "Umm, h-hi, sweetie, h-how was your d-day?"
"It was very good, thanks, Dad," Meg smiled sweetly.
"Hi, Meg's friend," Peter greeted Eliza, nodding once.
"Hi, Mr. Griffin."
Eliza still didn't like Peter, and Peter knew that Meg would probably