His Name Was Peter: A Short Story

His Name Was Peter: A Short Story

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Isabel blankly stared at the brunette teenager in front of her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not one bit of his bullshit. Only a minute ago she was alive and now she is staring at a nerdy looking brunette boy hiding behind his glasses, claiming to be a death reaper. "I am being punk'd aren't I; will Ashton Kutcher jump out of nowhere and say I am on a prank show?" The boy gave her a puzzled expression. She just began to laugh, but her laugh lacked humor. It was dry like sandpaper. "Let me guess your last name is Pan." Peter grimaced at her snide comment. "No, it's not.This is not a joke either." His words were completely ignored by her sandpaper like laugh. "Wait. Are you going to fly me to Neverland with Tinkerbell." She joked. "Can I become a lost boy." "I hate you." "Why I'm lovely."
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Where do you go when you die? For this kid, it's Purgatory. In fact, quite a few visit Purgatory, but most everyone moves on. Not this kid. They've been saved, by Death himself, for a very different mission. They will be reaping and advising souls, keeping the very balance of the universe. They will be the newest guardian reaper. ____________________________________ He raised the scroll again and proceeded reading. "We have evaluated your life, and you do not clearly fit into a category of the afterlife. For this reason, you have been sent to purgatory to be advised. After your trial period, I will decide where you fit, or whether you'll need a second trial for advising." He paused, looked up at me, and frowned. "What's your name?" "Why?" "It doesn't show up on the document. It should fill in automatically, the second you've been assigned for advising," he explained. "Odd. Very odd. Come with me, you're a separate case." "Separate from what?" "Everyone else, of course." ______________________________________ (Written for NaNoWriMo2017)

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