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Tru woke up that day on the livingroom floor. "what the..." she said. she had no idea how she ended up on the floor last night, and couldn't find out, either, because she fell asleep before her brother came home last night. He went out to a bar to gamble. Tru regretted letting him go, but was too tired to protest.
Harrison, her brother, came out of his room, yawning.
"You just let me sleep on the floor when you came home last night?" Tru asked her brother, furiousley. How could he be so careless? She had no blankets, no pollow, nothing.
"Uh, you looked, ah, comfortable?" Harrison said. Tru could tell he was making it up all along. That's the way it always worked, when you lived with Harrison.
The phone rang. Tru Quickley got off the floor and answered it. It was Davis, her boss at the morgue.
"Tru?" said Davis.
"Yes?" replied Tru.
"There's another body here. I need you to come down to the morgue."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
She hung up, and went to her room to change. When she returned, she put on her shoes and Jacket and headed out the door. Harrison stopped her.
"Uh, is there anything I can do to-" he paused. "Help?"
Tru knew he was trying to make up for leaving her on the floor last night. "Maybe, #1, if the body asks for help, #2, if I need it." and without further adeau, she left for the morgue.
As she walked down the street, she watched the cars and buses go by, glancing through the windows incase she should see anything suspicious.
The wind blew pretty harshely that morning, and Tru was thankful that she had her coat. sooner or later she reached the Morgue.
She walked down the hall of the great building, and then entered the room in wich she would preform the autopsy in. Davis was there, ready for action.
"Hey Tru," he said.
"Hey Davis," she replied.
The body was of a small boy, about eleven years old, bleach blonde hair, in wich was long enough to round over his entire forehead, but instead was gelled up unto spikes.
"So how did he die?" asked Tru. he had no shots, or stab wounds.
"He drowned in his pool. According to some of his classmates, he had a bit of an ego, this one," said Davis.
"He looks like it, too," Tru replied. He wore drenching wet clothes, consisting of an expensive leather brown coat, Ambercrombie T-shirt, average boy denim shorts and thong sandals.
"So what was his name?" Tru asked.
"Simon Gentry."
"I've heard of the Gentrys. they make alot of money, so I'm not surprized he died because of a pool." then she added, "Before you leave, I need the address to this kids house, so I can try to save him if he asks me."
"Fortunatley, they gave me the address incase we needed to send them a death cirtifercate, or something like that." He took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to Tru.
She memorized it as best she could. "Thanks. now you have to leave the room so he can ask. nothing personal, it's just how this power works."
Davis left, and Tru stood close to the boy. And sure enough, his head turned towards her, and his eyes opened.
"I'm too rich to die!"
Suddenly, the whole day went backwards right before her eyes, and before she knew it, she was on the floor, and her eyes were closed.
She quickly got up, ignored her brother and went streight to her room to change.
"Tru?" asked Harrison, confused.
As she grabbed the frame of her door and swung around it, she replied, "It's a rewind day!"
She emerged from her room, and much quicker than yesterday,--HER yesterday,--se got her coat and shoes on and left for the gentrys' house.
Tru woke up that day on the livingroom floor. "what the..." she said. she had no idea how she ended up on the floor last night, and couldn't find out, either, because she fell asleep before her brother came home last night. He went out to a bar to gamble. Tru regretted letting him go, but was too tired to protest.
Harrison, her brother, came out of his room, yawning.
"You just let me sleep on the floor when you came home last night?" Tru asked her brother, furiousley. How could he be so careless? She had no blankets, no pollow, nothing.
"Uh, you looked, ah, comfortable?" Harrison said. Tru could tell he was making it up all along. That's the way it always worked, when you lived with Harrison.
The phone rang. Tru Quickley got off the floor and answered it. It was Davis, her boss at the morgue.
"Tru?" said Davis.
"Yes?" replied Tru.
"There's another body here. I need you to come down to the morgue."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
She hung up, and went to her room to change. When she returned, she put on her shoes and Jacket and headed out the door. Harrison stopped her.
"Uh, is there anything I can do to-" he paused. "Help?"
Tru knew he was trying to make up for leaving her on the floor last night. "Maybe, #1, if the body asks for help, #2, if I need it." and without further adeau, she left for the morgue.
As she walked down the street, she watched the cars and buses go by, glancing through the windows incase she should see anything suspicious.
The wind blew pretty harshely that morning, and Tru was thankful that she had her coat. sooner or later she reached the Morgue.
She walked down the hall of the great building, and then entered the room in wich she would preform the autopsy in. Davis was there, ready for action.
"Hey Tru," he said.
"Hey Davis," she replied.
The body was of a small boy, about eleven years old, bleach blonde hair, in wich was long enough to round over his entire forehead, but instead was gelled up unto spikes.
"So how did he die?" asked Tru. he had no shots, or stab wounds.
"He drowned in his pool. According to some of his classmates, he had a bit of an ego, this one," said Davis.
"He looks like it, too," Tru replied. He wore drenching wet clothes, consisting of an expensive leather brown coat, Ambercrombie T-shirt, average boy denim shorts and thong sandals.
"So what was his name?" Tru asked.
"Simon Gentry."
"I've heard of the Gentrys. they make alot of money, so I'm not surprized he died because of a pool." then she added, "Before you leave, I need the address to this kids house, so I can try to save him if he asks me."
"Fortunatley, they gave me the address incase we needed to send them a death cirtifercate, or something like that." He took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to Tru.
She memorized it as best she could. "Thanks. now you have to leave the room so he can ask. nothing personal, it's just how this power works."
Davis left, and Tru stood close to the boy. And sure enough, his head turned towards her, and his eyes opened.
"I'm too rich to die!"
Suddenly, the whole day went backwards right before her eyes, and before she knew it, she was on the floor, and her eyes were closed.
She quickly got up, ignored her brother and went streight to her room to change.
"Tru?" asked Harrison, confused.
As she grabbed the frame of her door and swung around it, she replied, "It's a rewind day!"
She emerged from her room, and much quicker than yesterday,--HER yesterday,--se got her coat and shoes on and left for the gentrys' house.