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Please read and review my other Joan of Arcadia fan fictions Charity and Fallen Angel. Just click on my name ^ there and you can read them. This is the third story involving Charity Andrews, a character that I made up who lives with the Girardi family.
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"Joan! Hurry up in the bathroom!" Charity looked up into the mirror to the sound of Luke's voice on the other side of the door, beating on it with his fists.
Charity dried her hair with her towel, she pulled her shirt on and opened the door. "Not Joan," she said, brushing past him and throwing her towel at him. She walked to her room she shared with Joan. Luke's face felt hot and he walked into the bathroom. He closed the door and smelled the towel. It smelled like Charity. He caught his reflection in the mirror.
"School before a stupid crush!" he said, he tossed the towel into the hamper in the corner of the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and then went to his room and closed the door.
"Why was Luke yelling at me?" Joan asked, looking at Charity walking in.
"He thought you were in the bathroom but found out it was me," she said. "Your brother's been acting so weird lately, especially around me."
Joan shrugged. "You got another letter from Briana," she said. She had already read her letter and was writing the seven-year-old that she and Charity had rescued a week before, back.
Charity picked up the letter with her name written on it and an angel stamp up in the corner. Briana had called her and Joan her "angels" and they went along with it.
"Why do you think Luke is acting weird?" Charity asked, studying the little girl's handwriting.
"I don't know," she said. "Luke is weird."
"Yeah, I knew that," Charity replied.
She sighed and opened Briana's letter and read what she had written. She had gone back to school and was feeling like "a movie star" as she said.
Charity pulled out a sheet of paper and started writing a letter back to her.