Expressing Herself

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Alright, okay, this is my first REAL Family Guy story. It's about my favorite character, Meg (and she seems to be real popular on here XD). But I wanted to do something a little bit different. I saw a story with Meg having a talent, and I wanted to try that. So...wish me luck!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to Seth MacFarlane. :P

Enjoy! :D

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The alarm clock buzzed at exactly 7:00 on a normal Monday morning. Meg Griffin groaned and shut it off.

Meg sighed and stared at the ceiling, which was blurry until she knew it was best to put on her glasses. She slowly emerged from her bed and made it.

Almost any other teenage girl's version of a normal day would be going to school, hanging out with friends, and maybe going to the mall after school.

But, unfortunately, it wasn't that way for poor Meg.

She knew what was going to happen once she came downstairs. Her father, Peter, would pick on her and probably fart in her face, and everyone else would start laughing.

Except one.

Brian, the family dog.

Brian no longer helped pick on Meg, he was past that stage. But laying off Meg seemed to be foreign to the rest of the family.

Meg decided that she might as well get ready if she didn't want Peter to barge into her room, which happened at least once a week.

"Hey, Meg," her brother, Chris, greeted her when she arrived at the table. "I'm thinking of a word, and this time, it's really not 'kitty.'"

The eighteen-year-old rolled her eyes, already knowing what would go on. "Is it 'kitty?'"

Chris's eyes widened, and he covered his ears. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

The Griffin family finished their breakfast, and Peter stopped Meg before she could head out the door.

"Hey, Meg, sweetie, Daddy wants to give you a present before you go," he said to her.

Meg got nervous. "Umm...okay, what is it, Dad?"

Peter grabbed her face and put it in his ass, and farted. He released his daughter, laughing hysterically.

"Ugh! That's so gross!" Meg cried, holding her nose.

Peter's response was more laughter.

Meg grumbled, shaking her head. This "put-your-daughter's-face-in-your-ass-and-fart-in-it" thing was getting very old.

Chris and Meg walked together to school, with Meg about several feet behind her brother, just like every morning.

Meg looked up at the large building before her and sighed, ready to face another day of misery.

The very first thing that happened when Meg walked into the building was getting hit in the head with a basketball, by one of the jocks.

"Loser!" the jock who had thrown the ball cried. The others laughed.

"Yeah, hilarious," Meg muttered under her breath sarcastically.

She made her way to her locker, trying her best to avoid the popular kids and dodge anything coming her way.

"Hey, Meg!" a false-cheerful voice called to her.

Meg sighed. She knew that voice anywhere. It was Connie D'Amico and her little clique.

"Yes, Connie?" she asked nervously.

"I just wanted to tell you that there's something disgusting growing out of your neck," Connie explained.

"Really?" Meg began feeling her neck. "I don't feel-"

"Oh, wait, sorry, that's your face!" Gina, Connie's second-in-command, pointed out.

The three of them burst out into hysterical laughter.

Meg got out the books she needed and slammed her locker, heading for homeroom. Once she sat down, the entire class - excluding Neil Goldman - began throwing items at her.

"Alright, class," Mr. Berler instructed, "I know it's fun to throw random things at Meg Griffin, but we can all do that in a minute after I take roll."

Meg face-palmed herself. The same words every single morning.

After the bell rang to go to first period, Neil Goldman followed Meg and put his arm around her.

"So, Meg, I was wondering, I hope you don't have plans this Friday night, if you know what I mean."

"Ugh, Neil! For the millionth time, NO!" Meg pushed him and stomped off to first period, which was science.

Neil took out a mirror from his pocket.

"She's just playing hard-to-get!" his reflection said to him.

"I know, I know. I'll have her one day..."

Meg's day was basically a repeat of what happened in the mornings. Neil bugged her at least twice, and almost everyone harassed her, including the teachers.

The worst part was in fourth period, gym, and the students had to play dodge ball. Poor Meg was on a team of her own, it was forty-nine against one.

Why can't it be twenty-five against twenty-five, like at normal schools? Meg thought.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, school was over. The bell rang at exactly 2:30, and Meg grabbed her math and history books for that night's homework before leaving.

She successfully avoided her family once she arrived home, and did her homework quickly. Today was the day.

At 4:00, Meg opened her closet and put her bow and arrows into a duffle bag. It was time to go.

You see, there was a lot more to Megan Griffin than everyone thought. She did much more then just put up with so much mental abuse. Other than bird-calling, Meg had another special talent.

Archery.

Meg smiled, she remembered the day she took up archery.

Flashback

This all started about five months ago, about two months before Meg's eighteenth birthday (it was January 2012 now). Meg had been walking around the city, alone as always, when she decided to check out the archery center.

She walked inside and took a bow and arrow. She aimed carefully, and to her shock, her very first shot was a bulls-eye.

Meg shot a few more times, and five out of seven of them were bulls-eyes.

Meg felt someone tap on her shoulder, and she jumped and turned around. It was the instructor.

"I-I'm sorry," Meg stuttered nervously. "I just wanted to-"

"I have never seen someone with such talent," the instructor, a young woman, praised. "I was thinking, maybe you should join our team. You could go far with a talent like this."

Meg almost fainted. "You-You actually want ME on your team?"

"Absolutely. You can show the others what you know, and maybe you can help them. What is your name?"

"Meg Griffin."

The woman smiled. "Welcome aboard, Miss Meg. My name's Ellen Arcane."

End of Flashback

Meg went to the archery center three times a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, from four-thirty to six. Archery was the one thing that made her happy.

She zipped up her bag and headed downstairs. Lois, Chris, and Stewie were watching TV.

"Mom, I'm going out," Meg announced. "I'll be back around six-thirty."

"Again?" Stewie asked rudely. "Where do you go these days? An inner beauty parlor?" He laughed at his own sick joke.

"What's in the bag?" Chris asked.

"Nothing you need to know," Meg replied. "I'll be going now."

Meg kept her talent a secret from the world. Not even Brian knew, and she told him a lot of things.

It was a fifteen-minute walk to the archery center, so Meg decided to listen to some music. She got out her iPhone, and put on Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls. It was her favorite song.

"And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."

At 4:15 sharp, Meg arrived at the archery center, the place where she felt, and was, accepted.

"Welcome back, Meg," Ellen Arcane greeted her when she walked in. "How are you today?"

"I'm all right," Meg sighed.

"Your family giving you trouble?" Ellen knew about Meg's harsh home life.

"Yeah, but I'll be okay," Meg gave her a smile.

"Honey, if you're having problems, you know you can talk to me, right?"

Meg's smile turned into a grin. She could count on Ellen for anything. "Yeah. And thank you, Ellen."

Ellen smiled and handed Meg her uniform and protective gear.

The uniform consisted of a white long-sleeved shirt, and long white pants. Each had a long blue line running down the sides, and the shirts had lines running down the arms.

After Meg got out of the bathroom from changing, she walked out and saw the usual. Ten other members of the archery team. Most she didn't know, others she was well acquainted with.

And the best part was that no one picked on her. Bullying of any kind was against the rules.

"Hey, Meg!" another member of the team, Eliza, called to her. She ran up and hugged Meg.

Eliza was the only other person in here, other than Ellen, who Meg considered a close friend.

"Hi, Eliza," Meg replied with a smile, grateful for the hugs that Eliza always gave her.

Eliza Johnson was a bubbly brunette who was loyal to almost anyone. She loved life, period. And nothing would change that.

"Are you ready for tonight? Ellen says that she has an announcement."

"Ready as I'll ever be," Meg replied with a smile.

I wonder what the announcement is, she thought.

Meg and Eliza got to their areas, which were right next to one another.

Ellen whistled, signalling for everyone to pay attention. "Quiet! I have an announcement!"

Everyone shut up, ready to listen.

"Alright, first, I must say that everyone in here has shown a great spark of improvement since you all joined. Especially Meg Griffin. Congratulations, Meg!"

Ellen and the team members all applauded, and Eliza cheered. Meg felt very special.

"And the other news?" a boy called out.

"The others news is...since everyone in here has improved so wonderfully, I've signed us up for our very first competition in the town square!"

Chattering voices began filling the room, and Eliza ran up to Meg squealing.

"Did you hear that, Meg? Our first competition!" she cried.

"I know!" Meg squealed. This was very exciting.

Once the chatter died down, Ellen spoke again. "I would advise you all to practice more than you usually do. The competition is a week from this Saturday."

Though Meg was able to keep her focus on the target during practice, she also thought of the competition. How was she going to tell her family? Would her family even come?

Maybe she would tell Brian tonight.

On the way home, Meg (who was back in her original outfit) made a bow and arrow out of her hands and pretended to shoot at different things, birds in particular. It was a good start in her opinion.

Up in her room, Meg got out the dartboard that Ellen had given her for her birthday, and a smaller version of her bow and arrows that she had gotten from Eliza.

Meg hung up the dartboard and got into position. She aimed carefully, ready to shoot.

"Hey, Meg."

She shot the arrow, and it hit the very corner of the dartboard, just barely missing the wall.

"Damn it!" she cried.

Meg turned to the door and saw Brian, whose eyes were wide with surprise.

"Oh! Umm...sorry," Brian said. "I came up here to tell you that Lois says it's time for dinner."

Meg sighed. "That's okay."

"What are you doing up here? Is that archery?"

"...Yeah."

"Does that have to do with where you've been going?" Brian asked.

"Yeah. I've been going to the local archery center for months now," Meg explained. "I joined the team."

"Really?" Brian asked.

Meg nodded. "I can show you my skills, if I want. I'm practicing for a competition."

"Okay. I'll let Lois know that we'll be down soon."

Brian disappeared, and came back a minute or two later. "I'm ready."

Meg smiled at him, and proceeded to show him her skills.

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Alright, how was that? Good, bad, horrible, awesome? Let me know! Should I continue or leave it as a one-shot? Did I keep everyone IC? PLEASE TELL ME!

Well, until next time...

STAY GOLD! ;D

*Lucy Elizabeth*

:D