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"What was up the other day Jane? You wouldn't tell me what was wrong." Asked Adam while they were walking down the hall. It was the end of the school day and Joan had never been so glad to leave. God could be lurking around any corner and Joan didn't know he was.

"Um… Yeah it was just that the stress is getting to me. With the tests and the um the everything." Joan had never heard a more lame excuse escape her lips. "I can't tell. I don't know," She added in a whisper. It was better then a bunch of lined up um's.

"OK." Adam replied hesitantly.

"OK. While thanks for caring." Stated Joan. She left him standing in the dense halls watching her leave.

"Are you scared of me now Joan?" Someone asked Joan. She spun around anxious to find the source of the irritable little girl's voice. There she was, standing by a tree. She'd always been a common god; Joan let her suspicions slip into the shadows and approached God cautiously.

"Are you, you?" Joan questioned.

"I'm what you think I am Joan." God replied.

"I think your messing up my life. I'm sure Adam thinks I'm crazy now! And it's only a matter of time before the news spreads."

"He doesn't think your crazy, he feels sorry for you."

"Right."

"Did you show any evidence you were crazy?"

"I was tearing up! For nothing!"

"It was for something don't doubt yourself Joan."

"Adam doesn't know that."

"Yes he doe—"

Joan cut him off a certain incident passing through her mind, "Who was that yesterday?" She asked teeth clenched.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that Joan." With that God skipped away with a girly grin.

"Your not supposed to be in high school anyway! What are you pretending to be like four?" God kept skipping, heads turned, Joan ran away cheeks bright red.

Joan began to reshelf books it wasn't hard. She just had to remember A came before Z. An easy task itself.

She heard the door creak open and the bell do it's aggravating, innocent little ding. She slowly turned to see whom the customer was she was about to tell them they close in five minutes. That is until she saw who it is.

"What do you want?" Joan asked icily.

"Books." Replied Ryan bluntly. But Joan saw—even from across the room -the lie burning in his eyes.

A sudden idea popped into her head. It inched it's way to her clenched teeth and out her mouth after that, "Did you have anything to do with what happened yesterday?" She blurted.

"Ah, the whole god incident? The information isn't of any value to me so there is no use hiding it. Yes. I paid the guy. Clever huh Joan?"

"Why?" She ground out.

"Because it's a war and so far darling I'm winning." He started to leave.

"Wait!" Joan shouted. He turned. "What did you want with Adam?"

"Oh, he is a valuable little thing. Just wanted to win him over the rest of the way. He seems to be torn."

"But it didn't work, I didn't fall for it."

"Your right. You didn't. But sometimes life –or I—will throw you a curve ball. Better brush up on your baseball techniques." He left. She stood.

She'd be ready.

No matter what.