God Bless the writers, producers, and crew and all the people and NBC for creating this show. (my creatvie disclaimer)

[x] the duck here.....whoa. . . .longtime no write-y for me-y. lol. anyway, i was watching american dreams last ngiht and was sooooo happy that they started re-airing some old espisodes. i mean, i about leapt up and down when i heard the theme song ("Coming up like a flower....") lmao. so here is my homage (sp??) to the greatness that is American Dreams. I hope you read and review a.s.a.p. I've waited all summer to get the writing bug and now i have it -Ducky [x]

September 1965

Meg stared blankly at Sister Anne as she droned on and on about the Treaty of Versailles and its importance in the shaping of history in some country that Meg couldn't for the life of her remember.

Meg sighed and glanced for a moment outside through the window. It was a beautiful fall afternoon and the sun was glimmering through the orange and red leaves of a nearby oak tree. And Meg was trapped inside a brain sizzling hour of world history.

"Ms. Pryor?!" shouted Sister Anne. Meg shot to attention and looked around. She turned her attention to the front of the room and to Sister Anne, who was standing next to Mother Superior. Meg gulped hard.

"Ms. Pryor, would you be so kind as to gather your things and follow me." said Mother Superior. Meg nodded and did as she was told quickly and quietly- wonderign what she could've done to deserve the punsihment she was sure lay ahead of her.

Meg dutifully followed Mother into her office and was taken aback when she saw her own mother, Patty, and Will all crying and Roxanne looking confused.

Meg knelt before her mother and looked from face to face in fear.

"What happened?!" she begged, her voice coming only in a hoarse whisper.

Helen took a shuddered deep breath and tried to speak but was overcome with tears.

Meg wanted answers from her family. But it was Mother Superior who spoke next.

"Ms. Pryor, I think you'll be going home now." she said softly. Meg felt tears come to her eyes- though she still had no reason.

Helen stood and Will and Patty followed her example. Roxanne gaped at the trio.

"Ms. Bojarski, I think under these circumstances, you may also leave." said Mother Superior. Roxanne nodded and put her arm around Meg's shoulder and they walked out to the car.

"What's going on?!" begged Meg, unable to keep quiet. her father was sitting in the car, stone-faced. Helen got into the fron seat next to him and Patty and Will climbed in.

Meg and Roxanne waited only a moment and followed. The drive home was quick and silent.

They came through the garage door and everyone sat at the dining room table. The doorbell rang. Without a word, Beth came in and took a seat at the table- leaving her coat and gloves on.

Mr. Pryor opened his jacket pocket and laid a Western Union telegram on the table. Beth reached for it and read it intently. Her chin began to tremble and tears began to pour down her eyes. She dropped the telegram to the table and Mrs. Pryor hugged her.

Meg scrambled for the telegram and Roxanne leaned in and read its message with her.

ATTN: JACK PRYOR, SR. 456 WEST CIRCLE PARK PHILADELPHIA PENNSLYVANIA U.S.A.

THIS IS A NOTICE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOUR SON JACK PRYOR, JUNIOR HAS BEEN----

Meg dropped the telegram and shook all over. Roxanne hugged her and all around the Pyror table, hugs and tears came.

[x] sorrowful suspense. J.J. is going to come back- maybe in a cast or maybe in a wooden box. Maybe one of you can help me decide?? [x]