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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
Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 8February turned to March, and while it was still cold outside, the snow had all melted. Meg was very happy about this, no more blizzards to screw up with her practicing schedules.Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 8 by Coraline-Freakazoid
One afternoon, Meg was in the backyard, using the target that she'd drawn on a wooden board with a red marker and nailed to a tree for practice. She was now pretending that the target was Connie's friend, Gina.
Chris emerged outside from the back kitchen door and shut it behind him. "Hey, Meg."
Meg was kind of surprised to see him out here. "Hi."
"Can you help me out with something?"
Now something like this, Meg was never sure of. The last time that Chris had asked her to help him out with something, he had humiliated her in front of the whole school, causing her to run out crying.
But not anymore. If Chris tried anything, the next thing that he would feel would be an arrow up his ass.
The older girl gave her brother a suspicious look. "That depends, Chris. What could you possibly need my help for?"