"So, who are Kylie and Katelyn again?" I laughed as I drove to their house.
"Friends from high school." I explained.
"And you trust them with our girls?"
"Of course. I trust them with my life." I said, looking from the road to his face. He smiled at me before looking at the road through my window.
"Watch out!" He screamed, and I hit the breaks, but it was too late. We were thrown in the air by a Mack Truck. We hit the pavement with bone-crushing force, and I gasped as the life was sucked out of me.
I woke up in the same place I started out in, Heaven.
"What the fucking hell?" I screamed, running past the line.
"Ah, Ms. Burnett, back so soon?" The guard asked. Hah, he was a guardian angel. Anyway, back to being mad.
"Yeah, why is that?" I felt my head, to be met with a mass of brown curls. I looked like my old self.
"Well, I'm not quite sure. Why don't you go ask Tony?" I passed the gate and ran to the club.
"Tony! TONY! Where the fuck are you?" I screamed, and everyone stopped to look at me. The music kept pounding, but no one was dancing, just looking at me like I was insane.
"Ah, Ms. Burnett. How are you?" Tony asked, walking down the stairs that led to Steve's office.
"Dead. How do you think I am?" He had the grace to look sheepish.
"Yeah, well, that body needed to go."
"What? Why?" I asked, not caring who was watching.
"Because the big man upstairs said so, that's why." I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks a lot God." I muttered.
"We'll find you a new body, I swear. One that you'll be in forever. The only problem is you won't know who you are. You'll be that person, not yourself." I shrugged.
"Fine. I don't want to die yet." He clicked his fingers, and we were off.
"Ms. Crystal Blake, twenty-eight, an executive producer at Roadrunner Records." I looked at a pretty girl; about five foot nine, with wavy brown hair to her shoulders and hazel eyes.
"I'll take her." Tony smiled at me.
"I guess you're less picky this time around?"
And if you ran away, I'd still wave goodbye. →
"Shut up."
