Joan didn't see Charity until later on in the cafeteria sitting across the room with her nose in her book munching on a sandwich. She sighed. God had told her to do this and she wasn't going to let Him down.
She walked pass the table where she usually sat with Grace Polk and Adam Rove. Grace was picking something out of her teeth and glaring at the cheerleaders who were watching her with disgust and Adam was twisting his aluminum foil. They both watched her walk over to Charity. As a matter of fact…everyone was watching her walk over to Charity.
"Hi," Joan said.
Charity looked up at her. "You again?" she asked. "Joan, right?"
"Right," Joan said. She looked at the empty chair in front of her. "Can I sit here?"
"It's a free country." Charity shrugged. Joan pulled out the chair and was stopped mid-air by Charity adding, "But I'd rather you didn't."
Joan looked at her and nodded. "Oh," she said.
Charity smiled quickly and then dropped her eyes back to her book.
Joan chewed her bottom lip and turned and walked back to the table where Grace and Adam were sitting. She sat down.
"What were you doing talking to Freak Girl?" Grace asked.
Adam looked at her. "I talked to her," he said. "She's pretty cool."
"You talked to her?" Joan asked.
Adam nodded. "Yeah," he said.
"How?"
Adam sighed. "Well, with something called…my voice."
Grace snorted and Joan smirked. "What did you talk about?" Joan asked.
He shrugged. "Stuff," he said.
"Like what?"
He shrugged again. "Just stuff," he replied.
"What did she say?"
"Not much."
"She's not much of a talker."
Grace shrugged. She looked at the clock on the wall. "I'm going to be late for being late to class," she said. She stood up and left, Joan and Adam together.
"Why are you so interested in a girl like Charity?" Adam asked. "She's pretty normal."
Joan shook her head. "You wouldn't understand," she said.
Adam shrugged. "How would you know?" he asked. The bell rang and he stood up and left. Joan sat in the cafeteria for a moment and then she picked up her books and dashed to class.