Title: Confessions of the Soul
Type: 7th Heaven Fan Fiction
Rating: PG-13 (Mild violence and sex)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of 7th Heaven. I do own all my original characters and this story, though. Don't take.
Summary: Lucy leaves for college. She's not in a good relationship with her family and has a few problems to take care of. This story follows her struggles and triumphs as she tries to make it through the year.

Writer's Note: I wrote this story a couple of years ago. It takes place in season 6. Lucy is not engaged to Jeremy and has never met Kevin.

Lucy followed Hannah and Kinsey into the classroom. She sat in the same seat that she had the day before. Hannah and Kinsey sat right behind her again.

"Hey Lucy, I have a question about California," Hannah said. Lucy turned around.

"What?" Lucy asked.

"Is it warm?" Hannah asked.

"Of course it's warm. It's not as warm as it is here, but it still gets hot. It's not like you didn't know that, Hannah," Lucy replied.

"I know. It's just, how do we know if you're really from Cali?" Hannah asked.

"Ok, if you don't believe me, why don't you, Kinsey, and Lily come home with me over Christmas break?" Lucy asked.

"Lily's probably going to go and see her family," Kinsey replied, "But I'm free."

"No, she's going to see her family over Thanksgiving," Hannah said with a smile.

"Ok, it's settled then," Lucy replied. She turned around as the bell ran and Mr. Vern went to the front of the room.

"Ok people. Get out a piece of paper and clear your desk. Write your name the date and Memory Verse in the top right hand corner and write your memory verse. I have eyes like a hawk. I can sense things. No cheating. Begin," Mr. Vern said. Hannah looked at her paper. She had the urge to look around, but knew that this wasn't high school, this was college. She wrote: Oh, that there was such a heart in them - Deuteronomy 5:29

She couldn't think of the rest. But, Lucy wrote the entire verse. Lucy turned over her paper and looked ahead. Kinsey copied Hannah's verse and then finished a couple more words.

"Ok, you should be finished. Pass it forward and then to the right where I will collect them," Mr. Vern commanded. The students did this in a quiet manner. Mr. Vern then walked to the center of the room. "Ok everyone open their books to page twenty-five," Mr. Vern said, "For homework I want you to read this section and type a one page report on what you learned and the lesson this is teaching. We'll read part of this first page. Could I have the young lady in the second row, second seat please say your name and read the Children's Prayer Focus and the first paragraph please?"

"Lucy Camden. Thank God for His willingness to be our teacher. Our memory verse tells us God longs for His people to fear Him and to keep His commandments. God loves us -- our own special family!" Lucy said.

"Ok, young man to the left of her," Mr. Vern said, "Please read the next two paragraphs."

"John Smith. He wants us to have a happy home. He wants us to care for one another. And He wants us to love and trust Him more than anything or anyone else. Remember, earlier we read God's charge about total commitment," John replied.

"Ok. I'll read the verse and you are in charge of the rest," Mr. Vern said, "You shall --." He was cut off by the bell. Everyone walked out. John walked up to Lucy.

"Hey Lucy," John said.

"Oh hi. John, right?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah. I need to talk to you," John replied.

"Ok, talk," Lucy said, knowing that she had a little time until Creative Writing.

"Hannah Jenkins told me to look you up on the Internet to see what I could find about you. Maybe where you really used to live or if you had anything on your record," John replied.

"Thanks for telling me John. I don't really care. Hannah is Hannah. I'll get her back," Lucy said. She knew that Hannah was up to something. She also knew that Hannah wasn't too smart. She decided to let it go, maybe Hannah had changed. Although she highly doubted it. All of a sudden, trapped by her thoughts, she ran into a guy the she realized was Ryan.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," Ryan said, as he picked himself off the floor.

"Yes I know. We really do. Again, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," Lucy replied.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," Ryan said with a laugh.

"I didn't realize that we were both in the hall," Lucy noticed.

"Yes, I have morning classes. Actually, you probably didn't notice, but I'm in your Christian Reality Story class," Ryan said.

"You're right, I was too busy reading and stuff to even notice my classmates," Lucy admitted. A lump knotted in her throat and it seemed tough to swallow.

"Hey do you think maybe you'd like to go to lunch after class?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah sure. Where should I meet you?" Lucy asked.

"We'll just walked out of class together," Ryan suggested. Lucy smiled. They parted and Lucy went to Creative Writing just as the bell rang. The teacher, Mrs. Malone, came to the classroom.

"Ok class. It's your day to teach me something. When I call your name please come up and read your paper. fifty percent of your grade will be on the content of your paper and fifty percent will be graded on your oral performance. I'll call you up one at a time. First up, Lily Baker," Mrs. Malone said. Lily went up to the front of the classroom and began to read her paper.

"My name is Lillian Candace Baker. I am twenty-one years old. I was born on the hot day of July seventh within the miserable drought many years back. I was born three days before the rain came to make this desert what it is today. I have three siblings. I've had a rather good life except living in this hole of crap we call Dallas. I'm not the only one who feels this way but many of up hate living within the dry and trodden sand of Texas and some of us, well, some of us like it. I'm not one of those people. Obviously, if I've not already made my point, I like poetry which means that I write with my innermost feelings and all my strength. It's what I like to do. You may know me as the nice girl, and I consider myself nice, but my poetry is the true me. I shine through my poetry and that's what I believe, that I shine. No one can tell me different because I know it's true. I've been told that I'm beautiful since the day I set foot into this world and I'm going to believe it until the day that I die, Thank you," Lily said with powerful meaning.

"One hundred," Mrs. Malone said, "Trent Phillips."

The class wore on and on. Lucy was waiting for it to end. As she listened to these papers, she thought about her little secrets. She counted three. One was the horrible goodbye that she had faced, another was a secret she was keeping for her sister, the other was a little "habit" that she couldn't break. These secrets rose to the surface and hit her all at once. She knew that she would break down soon, she just didn't know when that would happen. When she read her paper, she kind of choked and almost cried. No one seemed to notice. They were all as willing to get out of there as she was. Finally, three or four hundred papers (or it seemed) later, the bell rang. Lucy got her homework and was out of there. She had an hour until Christian Reality Stories and she had to call home.