Luke caught up with Joan after their last class. "Hey, I'm walking home," he said.
"Nuh-uh," Joan said. "I'm suppose to drive you home."
He shrugged. "I'm walking home with some girl," he replied. "Mom and Dad would understand."
"What girl?"
"Hey, Luke," a voice said.
Joan looked up to see Charity next to her younger, geeky brother.
"Joan?" Charity asked.
"Hi, Charity," Joan replied.
"Yeah, I'm walking home with Charity Andrews," Luke said.
Joan nodded. "Why?"
"He's going to help me in algebra," Charity replied. "Is that a crime?"
"No, it isn't," Joan said.
"Come on," Luke replied. Joan watched as Luke and Charity left the school.
The halls were now empty and Joan slammed her last book into her book bag and turned and ran smack into the janitor.
"Excuse me," she said.
"No problem," He replied. He slammed the mop down onto the floor. "How's it going with the mission?"
She looked at Him. "Why do you have to give me all of these hard missions?" she asked.
"This isn't hard."
"No, this is difficult. So far the only ones who have gotten through to her are Adam and Luke."
God shrugged and continued to mop the linoleum floor. "Adam and Luke both listen," he said.
"I listen!" she replied.
"Well, then, they don't try as hard as you do."
She looked up at Him. "You're saying that if I chill that we could slowly become friends?" she asked.
God nodded. "Maybe," He replied. "You better get home."
Joan nodded. She stood up and walked out of building leaving God to His mopping.