Joan Girardi was in her room, packing for her trip to UCLA. She had one last pile of things to stick in a box. She stuffed her old blanket into the box. She put her hair in a ponytail with an old ribbon. She looked into the mirror .Ick. Can I make myself look more goofy? She shook her head and threw the ribbon into the box. She picked up the last thing in the pile: Adam's picture. Suddenly, the memories flooded back to her. Adam's boyish face smiling down on her while they danced in the moonlight. The Kiss. Him going out with Iris. Her wishes for Adam to be true to his statement that he "More than liked her". Her fury at Iris for going out with Adam when she knew perfectly well she liked him. Her anger at God for what had happened. Her guilt for being mad at God.

Suddenly, a hand wiped the lone tear from her face. She whipped around to see cute guy God.

"Hey," she said quietly.

"Joan, I want you to memorize a verse."

"Which one is it?" she said, slightly frustrated.

"For there is hope for a tree, When it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And its shoots will not fail." he said, clearly and quietly

She rubbed her temples," What book is it from?"

"Job....14:7, if you'd like to know."

"Why do you want me to memorize to it? I'm not in Sunday school or anything." She smiled weakly.

"It'll help when you talk to Adam." And with that He disappeared.

"What? When will I talk to him?!" she yelled

Luke walked into the room and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh. That was nothing.... Just a daydream.", she said quickly. She put on a fake smile.

Luke looked at her doubtfully.

He picked up a few boxes," Oh, well, come on Joan, we have to go soon." He left the room.

She yelled after him," Alright, I'll be right there."

She picked up Adam's picture and silently, softly kissed it. She suddenly felt silly and stuffed it in her box and carried the rest of the boxes downstairs.

Note: I'll start my next chapter once I get five reviews. Yes, I know it's short