The Miracle of Second Chances (Cover Pending)

Prologue: The Failings of a Corporate-Based Afterlife.

Well shit. Amy thought to herself as she looked over the new file. As far as she was concerned, it was far too early in the afterlife-morning for a case like this.

Her eyes scanned over the document once more. From what she could tell. Someone in the sorting room had messed up big time. In her experience, whoever fucked this up was going to spend the rest of their eternity as an errand runner.

This is not what Amy needed at the moment. She was setting up for her opportunity to go from assistant manager to head manager of the Department of Second Chances at the Authority of Afterlife-Affairs.

The file in front of her was, in her sound opinion, something one of her own assistants should work on. She was just about to assign someone this boring task when she heard a familiar voice she had grown to loathe sound behind her.

"Don't think about it Miss Perkins, I am told from high up that it is you who needs to personally handle this fiasco." Their tone was strong and rang with truth.

Amy turned to see Leighton in all their glory standing next to her. Great, because this morning couldn't get worse. She thought to herself.

It had started off as a normal afterlife-morning. She woke up, got ready and grabbed a coffee on her commute. However, she somehow managed to miss her bus, spill her coffee and arrive late in time see the ill-fated file sitting in her desk.

Now she had to deal with Leighton who was the head of the department. They were critical of all that she did and as far as she was concerned, the only person standing in her way of a promotion.

"Well if it's a command from high up, I suppose I must comply." Amy said, pleased with herself that her tone was neutral.

"Indeed. Good luck with that mess." Was all they said in return.

Amy looked up to watch them saunter away with arrogance. She gritted her teeth in frustration and looked back to the dull-looking file.

Inside we're details of how a sorting room worker had placed a poor young teen in Hell. This gave the girl good reason to appeal her placement and earn the potential to get her life back. It was up to Amy now to approve of such a request. If she did, it would be up to her to execute such a special exception.

Amy noted several aspects of the teen's circumstances surrounding her untimely death.
'Forged suicide note, Drano and betrayal' are what caught Amy's attention.

This might have some merit after all. Amy thought as she continued reading. Let's learn a bit about this wronged teenage girl.

'Heather Chandler. Was a stereotypical high school popular girl of a small town in Ohio. Murdered by her best friend's boyfriend. Cause of death: ingestion of drain cleaner.'

Amy thought that this was enough to at least warrant a full review of Heather's life. It was the least she deserved.

After spending the rest of the day researching the events surrounding Heather Chandler's death, Amy had made a decision. She took out a stamp and skillfully stamped the request as approved. It was certain. Heather was getting an opportunity to finish her business and maybe even earn a second chance at life.

The ball's now in your court, Heather. Don't screw this up for me. Amy said to herself as she placed the file on her boss' desk.

A/N:

So, here I am back at it again! Don't worry, I have NOT abandoned my other work, but I want to have fun with this story for a bit. Please feel free to comment with things you like or don't like. I'd love some feedback!