Disclaimer: I defiantly don't own any of Stephenie Meyer's ideas or anyone else's for that matter.

Shout out to the one person who has reviewed my story. You pushed me into finishing this chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Returning

Yay more flashbacks!! (after I finish this part I shouldn't have any more for a long time)

I was still sick as a dog. I was feeling nauseous and I was cold. However, I needed to go to school. I woke up and took a nice hot shower. It felt magnificent and now I could fake being well enough for school. I dressed warmly in a t-shirt, sweater and my warmest sweatpants; I needed to keep warm today if I wanted to stay at school. I got everything else ready. One of my friends had been bringing me all my homework so I stuffed it into my backpack. I quickly went down the stairs setting everything by the door before I headed for breakfast. Mom wasn't in the kitchen yet so I pulled out my cereal and started eating. I heard her coming down the stairs and checked the time. Perfect I could leave now. I didn't have to talk to my mom about being too sick for school. I ran out the door shouting "I'm going to school mom," grabbing my coat, book bag, purse, and keys along the way. I rushed into my car before she had the chance to get out the door. I backed out of the driveway just as she stepped on the porch to find me. I waved as energetically as possible.

All of my classes were passing slowly. I almost fell asleep in two of my three classes before lunch. My teachers were all asking me what had been wrong. None of my 'friends' did though. I suppose we were more acquaintances. I had never really connected with anyone. I suppose getting sick was worth something. I walked into the cafeteria and bought myself an apple. I hadn't grabbed anything this morning and while I wasn't very hungry I knew that after being as sick as I was I needed the nutrition. I walked over to my table and saw Jared. I wonder what he had been doing all week.

"You're back," he remarked with a smile on his face.

"Yea, I was just a bit sick. I'm pretty much over it now," I replied. Wow he was the first friend to actually say something about me being gone and he was the one that knew me the least.

"What was wrong," Jared continued, putting me into farther shock but I think I was hiding it well.

"I had the stomach flu," I replied, "I think I'm fine now. Anyways I didn't want to get any farther behind with school work." I looked down at my apple and slowly took a bite. It tasted pretty good but I didn't think that I'd be able to down the whole thing. I finished half of it then looked up at Jared. He was looking around, as usual, anywhere that wasn't directly at someone. I sighed and set the apple back down. I wanted to talk. We hadn't finished our conversation last week but how could I bring it up. I pulled my Bible out of my overstuffed backpack and continued to mull over the proper way to start the conversation up. Well, starting with a prayer seemed the right idea so that is exactly what I did. I prayed. God, please allow me to focus on you now. I have the opportunity to talk to Jared again. I need to bring it up. Please allow me to find the words to do this. I need to bring it up in a way that won't turn him off to you. Lord, I want him to know you. Thank you so much for everything. For saving me, and listening to my requests. I love you. Amen. I looked directly at Jared and surprisingly he was looking at me.

"Shouldn't you eat the rest of your apple," he asked. Wow. He was caring about me. Now I needed to show that I cared about him by sharing one of the most important things in my life with him.

"I'm not that hungry," I replied, "hey, maybe we can continue that conversation we were having before I got sick." I tacked it on at the end there. Now it didn't sound aggressive, he should hopefully say yes.

"I'm so glad you're up to that I wanted to ask you, but you still look horrible, like your still sick or something," he replied. I blushed at this. He actually noticed that I was still sick. Wow. That was different.

"I'm still under the weather but I needed to get to school. Since I'm here let's talk. Is there anything you wanted to ask about?" I thought that this would get us started. Hopefully.

"Well, there are so many different religions out there. Are there ones that are wrong, or is everyone right?" Jared's eyes did the imploring thing again.

"I believe that only Christianity is right. I mean it makes sense. There aren't contradictions in God's personality; he's consistent and perfect like a god should be. Also it says in the Bible that Christ is the only way." John 14:6 immediately popped into my head. I turned to it in my Bible and showed it to Jared. "Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. This statement creates two possibilities, either he was crazy or he was telling the truth. If he was telling the truth, then everything he said was true, if everything he said was true, then all other religions are wrong. " I racked my brain for more to explain with. But nothing was coming. I looked into Jared's eyes. He was contemplating, thinking over everything that I had told him. He was thinking. There was so much more that now flooded into my mind, specifics. But I needed to let him think this first bit over. That is what he needed. Lord, please work now in Jared. Revel yourself to him. I think that he needs time to think. Allow me to give him enough time.

The bell rang. I continued to watch Jared as I stood up and grabbed my bag. I tore my gaze away to jog to my next class. Physics, great now I have to concentrate when something so huge is buzzing around in my head. Will Jared accept Christ?

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AN: As far as the story I decided to keep the rest of her human experiences in my brain for a while. They aren't developed enough yet to put into the story. I want to move on into the real action of the story. As far as all of Christi's religious comments it's what I believe. How I wrote it isn't the most eloquent way of putting it and it is defiantly not as fleshed out as it could be. But A it makes sense for the character at this point and B I haven't put anything out in a long time so I want to get this finished quickly, if I fleshed it out I would be putting in a lot more reaserch for specific and I know that this is kind of Cliffy. I'm going to start on the next chapter right now. Don't worry you'll get the answer soon.