Mondays, who really appreciates the day. You come from the long and awesome weekend. Sleeping in till noon and partying till early morning. Hanging out with your friends that you don't get to see during the week because your teachers give you piles of homework. You get close to that special someone and before you know it, its Sunday and your mom is yelling at saying get to bed.
Joan Girardi, half asleep, let her head rest on her boyfriend's shoulder as they walked to first hour. He was talking with his assistant Stevie Marks about the expo they displayed over the weekend. From what she heard, it sounded like a success. Normally, she would have gone to support Adam, but work demanded every minute of her weekend.
As she groggily walked, Joan stumbled over a small book. After cursing, she leaned over and picked up the burgundy leather book. She looked inside of it, the pages looked burned. A name was scribbled inside, Miranda Irene Caress our baby girl.
"Could you return that to her, for me Joan?" a voice from the front asked.
Though her boyfriend and his assistant didn't realize she had fallen behind Joan walked over to the voice. It was a young cute guy. Oh no, God had become another hot person. This one was wearing a jock coat and some preppie Abercrombie and Finch clothes. He stood at his locker fiddling with his blonde hair.
"Wow, God seems a little vain today. Trying to make more people like you?" Joan offered.
"I'm a jealous god, Joan. I love being loved and loving the unloved. That's what I want you to do with Miranda, I want you to meet her, and love her." God said slamming his locker.
"Love her...like be her best friend?" Joan asked.
God just walked away and waved his annoying not-going-to-give-you- more- information wave. Joan growled as the last bell rang. Angrily, she stormed to class.