Megorama

chapter 1

Meg heaved a sharp sigh as she left her school to go home. Normally, a student in Meg's shoes would be glad to be out of school and go home to a family who can offer endless moral support no matter what. However, Meg's family was never there for her. They even tried to ditch her the day she was born, like the whole universe was against her. She never knew why or how, but she was everybody's punching bag.

The teenage girl looked around herself to look out for anyone. Even someone who just met her could turn her down. Meg was the oldest and only girl in her family. What gave them to right to abuse her? Meg sighed as she made it to the front door of her house and unlocked the door. She saw her parents on the couch.

"Who's that? Who's there?" Peter jumped up, armed with a gun.

Lois turned, never-changing the dull expression on her face, then turned back something more important than her daughter, the television set. "Relax, it's only Meg."

"Oh, God, it's worse than I thought!" Peter shot the gun.

Meg dodged the bullet and landed flat on the floor. She wasn't sure what would hurt more. Getting shot by her father or landing on the floor without a bruise from a gaudy weapon.

"Meg, don't scare me like that." Peter said, coming to her as she was still on the floor.

"Excuse me, Dad, but you're the one with a gun to shoot your daughter, not me!" Meg snapped, standing on her feet in anger.

"Meg, don't talk back to your father like that!" Lois hissed, instead of defending her for being understandably scared.

"But Mom, he tried to shoot me!"

"That gives you no excuse to snap at him, now you wash the dishes and do your homework. We're going to a museum later for a family outing."

Meg sighed. She went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and do her homework in the safety of her bedroom. Her bedroom was the only place where she could go and be herself until someone would barge in and bug her for something. Meg washed the dishes, looking dully in the sink, hearing her brother Chris's immature snickering.

"Chris, knock it off, I'm really busy right now!" Meg demanded, sounding annoyed and impatient.

The snickering continued as Chris picked his nose and came slowly and slowly to his elder sister.

"Chris, stop it!"

Chris placed the snot on her glasses and ran away, laughing.

"CHRIS!" Meg hissed.

"MEG, LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!" Lois yelled from the living room.

"BUT HE-"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT HE DID! GROW UP AND FINISH THOSE DISHES, YOUNG LADY!"

Meg sighed and washed the dishes. She then couldn't bear the booger on her glasses anymore and decided to stop and clean her glasses.

Lois stepped in to check on her to see no dishes were being washed. "Meg, I told you to wash the dishes!" she scolded, with her hands on her hips.

"I did, Mom, but Chris put his gross finger on me!" Meg defended.

"That's no excuse, wash the dishes this instant and do your homework, you're lucky I'm letting you come on this trip to the museum." Lois sounded bitter and uncaring, then went back to watch television.

"This is so unfair!" Meg snapped, throwing down a prized dish, not caring it was shattered. She then shoved the dishes out of the sink, and ran upstairs to do her homework, no matter how difficult and challenging it was as a tedious educational chore.