Zach leaned back in his office chair, rubbing his temples as he stared at the towering stack of paperwork on his desk. Being a politician wasn't as good as people thought specially when you were actually trying to make a difference.
For years, he had fought corruption, battled greedy businessmen, and pushed policies that helped the people. He created jobs, cleaned up the streets, built parks where kids could play instead of dodging potholes. His citizens loved him, but the system? Not so much.
Every victory came with a price, and now, after years of nonstop work, his body was cashing in the final check.
Cancer.
"The aggressive kind," the doctor had said, looking at him with those pity filled eyes Zach hated.
As if he didn't already know life was unfair. He had spent his career proving that fairness wasn't something you waited for it was something you fought for.
Now lying in a hospital bed, he stared at the ceiling, his body weak but his mind racing.
There was so much more to do. More schools to build, more families to help, more corrupt politicians to expose. But fate, being the dramatic diva it was had other plans.
The beeping of his heart monitor slowed. His eyelids grew heavy. His last thought before the darkness took him was simple:
"If I had another chance, I'd do even more."
Then there is darkness.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Zach's eyes snapped open.
The ceiling above him wasn't white and sterile. It was a familiar one a ceiling fan with a missing blade, a crack in the corner that looked suspiciously like a cat.
Wait a second.
His body felt…small. His hands tiny. His legs dangling off the edge of a bed that seemed way too big.
He scrambled up and ran to the mirror.
A wide eyed, messy haired kid stared back at him. The reflection moved when he did.
The realization hit him like a truck.
"No. Freaking. Way."
Zach had just gotten his wish.
He was a kid again.
And now?
He had another chance to change everything.