Second Chances
Ben Wyatt rubbed his face, staring at the piles of files to be read. Ever since Leslie had become councilwoman, he felt more and more like he'd been left in the dust. He loved her. All of her blonde hair and bumble-bee-like enthusiasm that made Leslie Knope. Being with her made him feel like he could just forget his past mistakes. He was happy here, but he still wondered. "I just wish I could see," he began, "What would I would have done with a second chance." He set it back down and returned to work. Ben didn't notice the tiny sign glow.
Leslie Knope fluffed out her hair with a happy whistle. Today's meeting had gone well…. except for Jamm. She kept her anger in, looking at her engagement ring happily. She kissed it, thinking of Ben's ass. She was happy as councilwoman, but wondered about some of her choices. Throughout the campaign, she'd pushed Ben from the picture. She regretted that. "I wish I knew what else I could have done." She set back down at her desk to highlight, not noticing the faint glow coming from the ring.
Donna gave one of her full-fleshed laughs. Goddess of luxury was she. She snapped her fingers to make the Mercedes drive itself. Now of course, when she heard the voices of "I'd Hit That" and Leslie Knope. This, would be interesting. But why stop with only those two? No way. She should treat patted the dash, and began to give each their opportunity with a second chance. 7 people taken from their time stream. -
"THERE ARE SMALL CHILDREN IN MY OFFICE!" Roared Run F***ing Swanson. Looking around the room, there were 7 kids, each looking to be about nine years old. They reacted differently to the noise.
The small boy with messy brown hair and a loose blue t-shirt covered his ears. His mom and dad didn't yell. They only got quietly mad at eachother.
The little girl with messy blonde hair looked around the room curiously, unbothered by the yell and fascinated by the poster of breakfast food.
The boy with neat hair crossed his arms with a scowl. He had work to get to, and he figured he could take the large man down. He was pretty strong.
One of the boys had a very sickly look about him, giving a weak smile. If he smiled, maybe the man would not yell.
The last boy was licking at pudding on the crook of his arm. He vainly tried to lick his elbow.
One of the girls glared at the wall, dark hair on her shoulders. The man didn't intimidate her.
The last girl was the most well-rounded. She tugged at her fake nurse outfit, staring in fear at Ron.