"Hey guys, this is Meg. I'm not here right now but if you leave a message I'll be sure to call you back!"


BEEP!

Oh god, finals were going to kill Meg. She had never had so much work to do in her entire life. Who would have thought Stanford was hard?

...nobody answer that.

She had two papers due tomorrow, another one due on Monday and she just had re-organize her notes so she could begin studying for the actual test parts of her finals. Red Bull and coffee were her friends.

Meg was currently sitting cross-legged on her living room floor, surrounded by books and her laptop. There were various pencils and highlighters sticking out of her hair because when they were on the floor she kept losing them and, holy crap, she needed to keep them organized so she could color coordinate her notes. It was important!

She was insane, yes.

[What? One of us has to be productive and it sure as hell ain't gonna be me. Post open for phone calls, e-mails, etc, ETA: I'M NOT GOING TO GET HER STONED, YOU HO WHO KNOWS WHO SHE IS. SHE'S MY GOOD CHARACTER OMG]

This time last year there was a big Meg making pancakes for practically the entire Fandom High student body. This year she got to join in on the fun and woke up as a adorable 8 year old girl.

An adorable 8 year old girl who was currently eating a huge bowl of ice cream while wearing one of her older counterpart's more expensive dresses. She was also wearing high heels and a ton of make up.

Playing dress up was fun.

[Whee! Mostly establishy but open for phone calls and stuff]

Meg was studying for a test she had tomorrow. Seriously. She really was. She'd be all set if, you know, the test was on trashy daytime television.

Man, wouldn't it be great if you could have tests on that?

At least she had a textbook open on the coffee table. Ignore the fact she was using it as a drink holder.

[Could you blame me for forcing a good girl like Meg tell the truth all day? No, no you could not. Open for phone calls, e-mails, visits, what have you]

At some point today Meg was supposed to pack up her car and go back to Neptune. You wouldn't know that considering that right now she was still in her pajamas and curled up on the couch watching the Food Network. Yeah. She didn't really want to go home.

[Open for phone calls, e-mails, what have you]

Meg hadn't gone home for the holidays last year, for good reason. Holidays with her parents were never fun and having a school to hide in last year was a great excuse not to come home. This year there was no Fandom to hide in and her parents were paying for her tuition and apartment so she figured she owed it to them to come home. After the initial verbal assault of what she had been doing in school and making sure she hadn't be whoring it up in college they were content enough to leave her alone. At least they hadn't found a replacement for Lucky to push on her. Meg was sad the guy was dead and all but jesus, he was creepy.

Meg was laying back on her bed with her laptop, looking up every couple minutes to watch her sister Grace playing with dolls on the floor. She didn't like letting Grace out of her sight when she was home. She had hopes that Grace was old enough for her parents to stop, well, whatever it is they thought they were doing to her little sister. But the dark circles under her sister's eyes told Meg that they hadn't. Meg frowned and looked up at the vent where she hid the evidence against her parents. She was going to have to do something before her parents went too far.

[Just to establish the fact that Meg's parents are still crazyflakes. Open for e-mails, phonecalls, etc.]

Meg had an 8:30 class on Thursdays but when she woke up to find that she had yet again turned into a guy she changed her plans for the day. She was a good student, she could afford to miss one day of class due to...dudeliness. She hoped it lasted one day again. Nobody told her that Fandom stuff followed you around. At least that's what she thought was happening. Meg didn't want to think that this was something that only happened to her. It'd be like a really lame superpower.

The bad thing about this happening here instead of Fandom was that Meg didn't have any boyfriend clothing hanging around her room this time. So chilling naked it was. She pulled the covers over her head tried to fall back asleep. Maybe she could sleep the dudeness away.

[Open for phone calls e-mail etc. Mmm she's hot]

Meg didn't have much to pack in her room since she hadn't bothered unpacking after they moved back from the cabins but she did have a few odds and ends that she had to put away. She wondered how she acquired so much crap in such a short amount of time. It was really depressing seeing her room so empty. Well, it's not her room anymore. Thinking about that was even more depressing.

[Yep, Meg's last post as a student. Door's open. Come say your goodbyes before she goes to Stanford. Also SP for the win as I'm moving a bit slow today due to homework and clowns keeping me up last night]

Meg was on the phone with her mother for about the billionth time this week. The woman wanted to go over the decorating for Meg's apartment in Palo Alto. Meg could really care less.

"Look, Mom, I honesty don't care if the kitchen colors don't mesh well with the living room's. What's it matter? I'm supposed to be concentrating on school, not having people over for tea parties," Meg said, rolling her eyes. "Fine, whatever, do what you want."

Her mom was going on about getting matching plates or something and Meg really wanted nothing more than to have an excuse to get off the damn phone. Meg should have been more specific about that because as she was about to make up a lie about the cabin being on fire there was a faint popping noise and instead of a Meg talking on the phone with her mother there was a pretty Barbie doll sitting next to a phone that had a woman blathering on about curtains on the other line.

Well, that was one problem solved.

[Establishy! Nope, not done spamming]

Meg had been spending the afternoon watching TV with Sparkles. There was nothing good on but Meg had hopes that TV would get more interesting as the afternoon went on. What time did Golden Girls come on again? She was flipping channels when she spotted something crawling on the floor. Was it a ghost? No, it was worse. Well, worse in Meg's opinion.

"Spider spider spider!" Meg squeaked and jumped up on her bed. She pointed at Sparkles. "Get it!"

Sparkles was busy trying scramble up on Meg's bed. There was no way he was going to touch a spider. Gross!

Meg tried to nudge Sparkles off the bed with her foot. "Nuh-uh! You're the man here, it's your job to get rid of spiders! I'm serious! Just get one of my shoes and kill it!"

Sparkles beeped at her. Why didn't she just do it?

"They're gross!"

[Yeah, this was me about ten minutes ago. Except replace the robot with my little sister]
[Oh, and the door and post are open]