More Than That - Chapter 3
Joan ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was starved and running late for school. Swinging open the refrigerator door revealed single sunny d bottles and frozen cereal bars "well," she thought "this will work". She slammed the door and whirled around.
"Joan" Her mother stood inches before her. "Shouldnt you be eating a real breakfast?"
"No mom, no time" Joan sidesteped past her mother, heading for the door.
"Joan Girardi you get back here right now!" Hellen shouted.
Joan turned to face her, "What?"
"Youve been acting weird all week, are you going to tell me whats up?"
"Nothing mom, Im late, Im meeting Grace in the front of the school"
"You know Ill find out eventually" Helen warned, admiting her own defeat as her daughter picked up her bag and headed out of the house.
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"I really need to get my own car" Joan thought, staring at her feet as they moved one infront of the other in the direction of school. After more concentration Joan began to contemplate her actions "If my mind controlls everything I do, that would explain why I walk so involuntarily. When I want to walk, I walk. So does that mean I wanted what I did with Luke?" her mind began to race "AHH!" she screamed outloud, noticing many turned heads. "Sorry" she blushed.
"Its quite alright, Joan" A boy walked up behind her.
Joan turned to see Goth!God smiling at her. "Oh, you"
"Yes, Its me, Joan"
"Listen, Im sorry about everything thats going on, but I really cant help it and I want to be different but I cant be so if Im doing something wrong, youre god, you can fix me" Joan began to ramble, "oh dear heaven," she told herself "Im begining to sound like Luke"
"I cant make your choices for you, Joan" he led her to a bench where the two sat.
"But what Im doing is agaisnt you... right?"
"Everyday people come up with crazy ways to make what they say and what they belive more acceptable to everyone around them. Some people believe love is chosen by your mind and not your heart. Those people use me as a way to define their own opinions in the eyes of others."
"So, this is okay then?"
"Are you happy, Joan?"
"I dont know... I mean I know Im happy when were at home but I hate what everyone is going to say, I hate sneaking, thats not something I want to do forever"
"Happiness is what you make it, Joan" Goth!God told her as he walked off, offering an over the shoulder wave as he drifted out of sight.
"Dont you mean home is where the heart is?!" Joan shouted at him, once again causing heads to turn. "Damn fortune cookie" she muttered.
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"Whats up with you today, Girardi?" Grace asked, shoving books into her locker.
"Nothing, Grace, dont worry about it, can we just get to class now please?" Joan pleaded.
"You never fail to amaze me" she laughed, slaming her locker and heading down the hall.
"Great" Joan told her friend as they reached the classroom, "Adams in there, I dont want to go in"
"Uh, duh, Girardi, Rove is our lab partner" Grace shot Joan a look, trying to decide what could possibly be wrong with her.
"Uh..Excuse me" Luke came up behind the girls, "I have to get in"
"Oh... yeah... sorry" Joan stuttered, moving aside, allowing Luke to pass.
'Well' she thought, 'I guess I have to go in too'. Following Graces Lead, Joan made her way to seat next to Adam. She quickly pulled out her notebook and pens and appeared to be very interested in the upcoming lesson, hoping to avoid conversation.
"Joan" Adam whispered, getting no responce, he tried again, "Joan" 'She hates me' he told himself, unaware he had said it aloud.
"Adam," Joan turned to him "I dont hate you"
"Then why dont you want to talk?"
"Theres nothing left to talk about, Adam. Youre with Iris, and you know, Im actually happy for you"
"Were still friends, arent we Jane?" he asked.
"Adam, you.. you just call me Jane"
"Cha" he swallowed "So?"
"Dont call her that anymore!" Luke turned around, giving an evil stare.
"Luke" Joan paniced "Its alright, now turn around". With that the bell rang, dissmissing the class, and the group made their way to their lockers and off to finish out the day.
Joan ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was starved and running late for school. Swinging open the refrigerator door revealed single sunny d bottles and frozen cereal bars "well," she thought "this will work". She slammed the door and whirled around.
"Joan" Her mother stood inches before her. "Shouldnt you be eating a real breakfast?"
"No mom, no time" Joan sidesteped past her mother, heading for the door.
"Joan Girardi you get back here right now!" Hellen shouted.
Joan turned to face her, "What?"
"Youve been acting weird all week, are you going to tell me whats up?"
"Nothing mom, Im late, Im meeting Grace in the front of the school"
"You know Ill find out eventually" Helen warned, admiting her own defeat as her daughter picked up her bag and headed out of the house.
---
"I really need to get my own car" Joan thought, staring at her feet as they moved one infront of the other in the direction of school. After more concentration Joan began to contemplate her actions "If my mind controlls everything I do, that would explain why I walk so involuntarily. When I want to walk, I walk. So does that mean I wanted what I did with Luke?" her mind began to race "AHH!" she screamed outloud, noticing many turned heads. "Sorry" she blushed.
"Its quite alright, Joan" A boy walked up behind her.
Joan turned to see Goth!God smiling at her. "Oh, you"
"Yes, Its me, Joan"
"Listen, Im sorry about everything thats going on, but I really cant help it and I want to be different but I cant be so if Im doing something wrong, youre god, you can fix me" Joan began to ramble, "oh dear heaven," she told herself "Im begining to sound like Luke"
"I cant make your choices for you, Joan" he led her to a bench where the two sat.
"But what Im doing is agaisnt you... right?"
"Everyday people come up with crazy ways to make what they say and what they belive more acceptable to everyone around them. Some people believe love is chosen by your mind and not your heart. Those people use me as a way to define their own opinions in the eyes of others."
"So, this is okay then?"
"Are you happy, Joan?"
"I dont know... I mean I know Im happy when were at home but I hate what everyone is going to say, I hate sneaking, thats not something I want to do forever"
"Happiness is what you make it, Joan" Goth!God told her as he walked off, offering an over the shoulder wave as he drifted out of sight.
"Dont you mean home is where the heart is?!" Joan shouted at him, once again causing heads to turn. "Damn fortune cookie" she muttered.
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"Whats up with you today, Girardi?" Grace asked, shoving books into her locker.
"Nothing, Grace, dont worry about it, can we just get to class now please?" Joan pleaded.
"You never fail to amaze me" she laughed, slaming her locker and heading down the hall.
"Great" Joan told her friend as they reached the classroom, "Adams in there, I dont want to go in"
"Uh, duh, Girardi, Rove is our lab partner" Grace shot Joan a look, trying to decide what could possibly be wrong with her.
"Uh..Excuse me" Luke came up behind the girls, "I have to get in"
"Oh... yeah... sorry" Joan stuttered, moving aside, allowing Luke to pass.
'Well' she thought, 'I guess I have to go in too'. Following Graces Lead, Joan made her way to seat next to Adam. She quickly pulled out her notebook and pens and appeared to be very interested in the upcoming lesson, hoping to avoid conversation.
"Joan" Adam whispered, getting no responce, he tried again, "Joan" 'She hates me' he told himself, unaware he had said it aloud.
"Adam," Joan turned to him "I dont hate you"
"Then why dont you want to talk?"
"Theres nothing left to talk about, Adam. Youre with Iris, and you know, Im actually happy for you"
"Were still friends, arent we Jane?" he asked.
"Adam, you.. you just call me Jane"
"Cha" he swallowed "So?"
"Dont call her that anymore!" Luke turned around, giving an evil stare.
"Luke" Joan paniced "Its alright, now turn around". With that the bell rang, dissmissing the class, and the group made their way to their lockers and off to finish out the day.
