Joan groaned as she saw Him in the Gothic Kid form. "Hey, Joan," He said.
"Couldn't you have just told me what was up with Travis instead of having my foster sister tell me?" she asked Him.
"Sorry. Something's you have to find out on your own."
Joan sighed. "Couldn't you have just had someone shoot me?" she asked. "Adam likes me."
God looked at her. "I don't mean to sound rude but…DUH!"
Joan sighed again.
"You know that art show Travis was talking about?"
Joan nodded.
"Go to it," He said. "Adam has a surprise waiting for you."
"A surprise?"
He nodded. "Got to go," He said.
"What kind of—" but He was already walking down the hall doing that little backhand wave. Joan gritted her teeth and walked to her class.
