Meg had to sleep on her own for the next week. But she has to sleep under watch so she is going to sleep on the air mattress on the floor of my room. She was eating breakfast. I wasn't hungry, I was to sick to eat; To homesick to eat. I just wanted to walk arouned my house, sniff the furniture, and be weird. I always was. Meg was finnishing her meal. "MI!!! Some, girl, is at the door," she made the girl part sound anoyed. I went to check the door. It was her, Holiday Kreigle. The ONE person I despise the most. "Mi!!!!!" she sheeked in her anoying little voice of hers. "Don't call me that," I grouched as I opened the door.
"Hey, sweetie,"
"No,"
"No?"
"Yes, NO!!!!!! We aren't doing this,"
"Doing what?"
"Leave Holiday, or I am calling the cops,"
Holiday stormed off the porch and Meg rolled her eyes. She twiched her nostrals and put a mad face on. "Sorry," I told her. "I am calling the cops. Now. We ARE going to court with her, and she is doing her time, if it's the last thing I do," Meg was frustrated, and I could REALLY tell. Thgen she calledthe station. We were going to court.
Milo and Meg
By That-Blonde-Granger
This story shows the (FAKE!!!!) bond between Meg Donnelly And MIlo Manheim. They fall inlove and start getti... More