Post by Jo Harvelle on Feb 4, 2014 23:55:02 GMT
She'd never make up for the lost time. And yet, that wasn't nearly as concerning as it should have been. That notion of lost time- well, Jo knew it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. It wasn't like they were all some perfect family and she'd left it for a while, missing out on all the fun and games that could be had without her. She'd missed out on more death, more destruction, and yet, by some lucky chance, she was brought back just at the end of it, given a second chance. What was it for? She was sure she hadn't been told everything. That was the thing about angels- they never seemed to want to get straight to the point. They were always beating around the bush, wandering in and out of your life when you least expected it, and then when you actually needed something, where were they?
It was a tricky business, but Jo shouldn't complain about it. How could she? She was alive because of them. She should be grateful. A large sigh escaped the blonde as she slumped down on the couch in the small living-room-like space that the staff shared in the center of their dormitory area. Down the hall all the bedroom doors were closed but one- hers. Hers should be closed- after all, it was too late at night to be awake on a Sunday. School started bright and early whether you'd gotten sleep or not, and she had a class to teach. But she was too lost in thought to go to sleep just yet.
If the time she'd lost on earth hadn't been important, why was she so concentrated upon it? Her mother and Bobby weren't- they'd moved on, like she should have, and had started doing bigger and better things, knowing that they were here for a reason. It wasn't like the angels were a bunch of indian-givers, so to speak, but when someone gives you your life back, it was hard to just sit around and do nothing.
She should go to bed, but her brain was moving too fast to stop.
