Daddy named me and my sister, even though my grandmother and mother conspired and spelled Sarah's name with an H on her birth certificate instead of Sara the way he wanted it.

He liked the name Megan and didn't know why, but he couldn't find another name to go with it. So one night somebody comes over to see my parents cause they were gonna have a baby and they talk about old times, and they start talking about my dad's best friend that died in a car accident in 1980, who's name was Michael Lynn. Daddy thought about it later and decided it fit, so Megan Lynn I became.

Sarah has the prettier name, I think anyways. Sarah Elizabeth. But mine has more meaning so I say NYAH on her