Joan and Luke entered the school hallway, discussing anything they could think of to take their mind off their father. "So how's Lischak this year?" Joan asked Luke. "I think she actually lapped herself," he said. "She has this whole series of songs about different aspects of science, it's insulting."
Then Luke spotted Grace and quickly said, "So I guess I'll see you after school." He beat a hasty retreat, and as Grace came closer Joan asked, "So what was that about?" Grace shrugged and said, "Oh, we had a little blowout and now he's uncomfortable around me. I'm sure he'll get over it soon, until then it's just a pain in the ass I'll have to endure." Joan didn't quite buy the explanation, but then the bell rang and she had to run.
Joan entered her least favorite class of the year, Calculus. As she sat down, she noticed a familiar jacket on the person in front of her. He turned around and sure enough, it was the cute guy avatar who had introduced her to her missions. The teacher hadn't yet come in, so Joan hurriedly whispered, "You know, I have enough problems with this class without you distracting me." He replied, "This won't take long. Do you ever think much about the past, Joan?" She nodded, saying "All the parts with you in it." God went on, "It's more important than you might realize. Just about everyone has things in their past they'd rather hadn't happened, but those moments are just as important as the good ones. Remember that."
God stood up, and walked out of the room as the teacher, Mr. Hartman, entered. He said in his typical monotone, "Apparently this class just isn't exciting enough for some people. For the rest of you, however, I hope a brief recap of trigonometry will hold your interest for the next 90 minutes." Joan sighed, and slumped down in her seat.
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After first period, Grace waited beside Luke's locker, then stepped in front of him when he arrived. "You can't just ignore me forever, Girardi. We both did things we want to take back, and ignoring this problem won't make it go away. We have to talk." Luke opened his locker. "I don't think there's much to discuss. You didn't tell my sister she was being played for a fool. I think you understand why I'm finding that hard to get over."
Against everything she wanted to do, Grace let him go. She had made her case, and she knew deep down there was nothing more she could do but wait until Luke was ready to accept it.
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The news report entered the area he had been watching for, about the high profile drug bust in Arcadia. "One suspect was killed in the arrest and the other is in custody awaiting trial. It is hoped that he will be able to lead police to more of his accomplices. Most of the arresting officers were unharmed, but one, Detective Will Girardi, was wounded and is now in a coma in Arcadia General Hospital."
Shocked, the man kept watching, but there was little further information on Will. He called into the next room, "Honey, something's happened. I have to go to Arcadia again."