47: Banal - Family Guy - Meg's Banal Life
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Meg's Banal Life
Fandom: Family Guy
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Meg, with brief mentions of several pairings
Warnings: Self-harm
Summary: Meg knows she has nothing to offer.
She knew she was boring. She knew her banal life was never going to amount to anything. The only guy she could get to actually like her was the ugliest, dorkiest one in the whole school, and even the girls didn't really think she was cool when she had tried to swing their way. It had simply been the fact that they had a new one to their almost cult-like existence. In fact, the more she thought about that period in her life, the more she realized that it had not been too different from her experience with cats. She wondered where Quagmire was tonight, how he was, and if he was still stuck with all those cats. She could get him to like her, Meg knew, but he never stuck around one girl for long.
She sighed and rocked back and forth where she sat alone on her bed in the darkness with her arms wrapped around her legs. Her parents hated her. Her father was always farting in her face, and her mother had made it clear that Meg was too uncool even for her. Her relationship with Chris was... weird to say the least, but even he preferred to spend time with the old man down the street. Stewie seemed, at times, out to get them all, and the hottest relationship she'd ever had had been with the family dog, who preferred the baby over her.
Meg's stomach churned in revulsion at her own self. She wished she knew how to be cool, but she just wasn't cool. She was too ugly and too dumb to ever be cool, to ever amount to anything. Her dark eyes moved toward the array of knives on her dresser as blood seeped over her arms. Even they wouldn't save her.
The End
Fandom: Family Guy
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Meg, with brief mentions of several pairings
Warnings: Self-harm
Summary: Meg knows she has nothing to offer.
She knew she was boring. She knew her banal life was never going to amount to anything. The only guy she could get to actually like her was the ugliest, dorkiest one in the whole school, and even the girls didn't really think she was cool when she had tried to swing their way. It had simply been the fact that they had a new one to their almost cult-like existence. In fact, the more she thought about that period in her life, the more she realized that it had not been too different from her experience with cats. She wondered where Quagmire was tonight, how he was, and if he was still stuck with all those cats. She could get him to like her, Meg knew, but he never stuck around one girl for long.
She sighed and rocked back and forth where she sat alone on her bed in the darkness with her arms wrapped around her legs. Her parents hated her. Her father was always farting in her face, and her mother had made it clear that Meg was too uncool even for her. Her relationship with Chris was... weird to say the least, but even he preferred to spend time with the old man down the street. Stewie seemed, at times, out to get them all, and the hottest relationship she'd ever had had been with the family dog, who preferred the baby over her.
Meg's stomach churned in revulsion at her own self. She wished she knew how to be cool, but she just wasn't cool. She was too ugly and too dumb to ever be cool, to ever amount to anything. Her dark eyes moved toward the array of knives on her dresser as blood seeped over her arms. Even they wouldn't save her.
The End
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