I do no own any of the Joan of Arcadia characters...I am just borrowing them
I do own the character Sydney
INTRODUCTION
Seventeen year old Joan Girardi sat quietly in the bathroom, holding her breath, she jumped
slightly, when she heard the timer go off. Slowly she opened her eyes, and looked down. With
shock, and confusion written all over her face, she let out a tiny gasp. Her hands were trembling,
her chin was quivering as she took it all in. As a single tear ran down her flushed face, she
looked down again, just to make sure. With worry in her voice Joan whispered to herself..."BLUE"
CHAPTER ONE: QUESTIONS
Joan slowly opened the bathroom door with her shaking hand and walked to her room, deep
in thought. She sat on her bed, still thinking. "Who should I tell first", "Adam, yes Adam, I mean
the baby is his, he deserves to know first" "right?" She didn't know who she was talking to, she
guessed she was talking to god. "Well god are you happy?" "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN" Joan
yelled. Maybe she should tell Grace first. "Yes that is it, I will tell Grace and she will help me
tell Adam" Joan whispered to the teddy bear next to her. Joan picked up the teddy bear and
started to hold it tightly. She started crying and between tears Joan asked god "What am I supposed to do I think I deserve an answer on this one, at least a
sign. Please". ...Nothing "great time to leave, thanks" Joan sat there on her bed, just staring at the floor, until she heard her mother call her down for dinner.
"What are we having" she really hoped it wasn't leftovers
"Leftovers" Helen said. Joan sat down, but barely touched her food, she wasn't really listening to her family talking. Just pushing her mashed potatoes
around. She whispered to herself pretty soon I won't be able to have enough of this stuff. "What was that Joan" her father said. Looking up she saw her
family staring at her "um, nothing, it was nothing" Joan mumbled. " M-May I be excused". Joan got up and silently walked to her room, she decided Grace
was going to come over, she needed to tell someone, that wasn't her family, or Adam.
"Grace" Joan said in a shaky voice "Girardi, you don't sound to good, are you okay", "yeah, well no, not really, can you please come over". "You mean like
now". " No, tomorrow, yes now, I need to tell you something." " Um….sure, I will be over soon." " Grace, just don't come through my window" "
Whatever Girardi."