CHAPTER 3.1

It's been a month since our untimely death. And a week ago after our judgment. Amber and I are waiting for the bus that we use to ride when we were still wandering spirits. Looking sideways at the waiting area no vehicle, still in sight.

"Hey, does our uniform, look okay to you?" Amber then asked me a question.

"Yeah I think it fits in our job…I can't believe my boss right now is my very own guardian angel when I was young…"

After our trial we are sent to heaven, but. Our job was is to keep track of all the wandering souls on earth still finish their exams. We are called the "Trackers" we usually have smartphones and an app that tells us where to find the spirit, and where to give the special wristwatches. Still setting aside all I'm happy up there. Never had the chance to reach my goals when I was still breathing but another purpose is given to me to guide others.

My phone buzzed. The information appeared on my screen.

Mark Anthony

AGE: 6

CAUSE OF DEATH: Pedestrian accident.

TEST PROVIDED: NONE

Note: Please guide the kid to the nearest CFU (Children Facilitator Unit). Assess the situation properly and child friendly.

Good day.

"Hey, Amber…We got one again!" flashing my phone to her and showing her the information.

"Okay, Okay where is it this time?" she asked.

"Not sure…I'll send the details, open your phone"

"I got it but… still the bus is not here yet"

"Dang it! I wish they allow us to use 'the gate' so we could hop fast" I exclaimed.

"Come on just a little more…patience Steven..."

Amber then look in my direction and smiled. I quickly shifted my face away. I could tell my face is turning red.

The smell of trees tickled our noses, we waited for our ride as the sun rose. I put both my hands in my pocket and watched. The sunlight slowly covered the buildings and roads. I enjoyed the scenery as much as I could but duty calls. The bus arrived and stopped in front of us, Amber went in first.

"You coming in?"

"Yeah…"

I took a last glimpse before I entered.

Then let out a faint smile.

"Not bad, not bad at all…" I muttered.

Fin.