I lost my notebook with the man in the moon chapters and I feel bad not posting anything, so this story will be here until I find it.
"Johnathan Winchester. Date-July 22nd 2015. Time of death- 3:15 pm," the doctor said looking at his watch. While another person wrote down what the doctor said, people came in to "collect" the body.
"It's such a shame," Rose,the time-keeper said, "The boy was only fifeteen." Rose shook her head. She hated her job as time-keeper because she had to watch things like this happen all the time, and she never liked it. Three hundred years on the job, and still she wasn't used to it. It's not like she can quit or anything. The Big Guy assigned her this job. The only way to get out of it was to be fired or demoted.
"I know," Jake sighed, "The Big Guy said it was his time. I wouldn't have done it if I could." Jake hated his job just as much as Rose, if not more. His job sucked even more though. He was a reaper, instead of watching people die on time, he HAD to take their life on time.
Rose nodded in understanding. Nobody has ever said no the Big Guy. She just wished she could be a guardian angel again. She wasn't very happy when she go promoted. I wish I could get demoted back to guardian angel, she thought giving herself an idea.
"I wish I could give the kid a second chance at life. He was a good boy," she sighed trying to get into the reapers head. Unlike her he was able to give people life again. He is the main reason babies are born. The only thing was nobody had given the deceased their life back. Nobody knows what would happen.
"You know I can give him just that," Jake smirked, walking over to his main dash. He began pressing buttons and entering codes. Rose smiled. She knew he would do it for her. She has him wrapped around her finger.
"Done," Jake said cracking his fingers. Just then the ground started shaking. Both people eyes widened. The screens long the walls turned black and all the lights began flickering.
"What have I done," they both said in unison.
"Date July 22nd 1951. Time of birth- 3:17 pm. Parents: Patrica M. Curtis and Darrel L. Curtis Sr." the nurse said aloud as she wrote down the information. Some more nurses came in the room to clean of the new child. A few minutes late the child was handed to .
Her face lit up as if she saw the worlds largest diamond. She was dead tired but her new son made her forget all about that. Darrel leaned over his wife's shoulder and kissed her forehead.
"Hey there little man," he whispered carressing the young boys hand. Patricia looked up to her husband and they shared a smile.
"Do you have a name picked out?" the nurse said interuptting the beautiful family moment.
"You name him darrel," Patricia whispered. Darrel smiled ear to ear.
"Ponyboy Michael," he said in confidence. He wanted his child to have an original name, just like his big brother. The nurse made a confused face.
"Okayy..," she trailed," can you follow me so you can write it on the birth certificate?" Darrel kissed his wifes forehead and trailed behind the nurse, happy that he and his wife made such a beautiful little boy.