after a horrible day of school, helga brown stumbles across the most famous man in america... president obama! thier forbidden love must be kept secret. follow the pair in thier messy and romantic relationship!
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i hate school. I am smart, but i hate the people at my school, i constantly get bullied for having a massive bottom. Whatever they are just jealous.
as i walk through my dusty old suburban town with my best friend Vicky, in Washington dc, i spot the magazine stand with the SEXIEST man ever on all the covers, our new president of the united states, Barack Obama, he is the prettiest man EVER.
i find myself staring at the magazine stand for too long when i get a tap on my shoulder,
My best friend Vicky, snaps me out of my daze by yelling "HELGA GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ARSE, i am just about to preform fight song so pay attention"
i love Vicky, i really do but her skinny legs are too much for me to handle at most points, she has always stood up for me whatever tho.
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^this is vicky..
As vicky gets her microphone ready to sing, i begin to think what my life would be like if i was with obama, his perfect nose and magnum dong cloud my thoughts constantly, sometimes i even stay up at night reading wattpad stories about obama just to save myself the disappoint.
anyways, vicky begins to sing with her horribly squeaky voice and boos start to gather amongst the crowd forming around her. Vicky ignored them as she usually does because in her words, "bullies are just jealous of my amazing voice"
she's delusional, as always.
i snap out of my thoughts as the crowd that was formerly booing vicky starts to shift towards two black range rovers with a police escort. Everyone begins to cheer although i'm confused of what it it,
Vicky starts yelling at the crowd "hey get back here and watch me sing", when she spots me.
"HELGA GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND WATCH ME SING"
i oblige anyways, i was never one to follow the crowds. i'm not like other girls. i say to myslef in my head.
a tap on my shoulder wakes me up from my train of thoughts and i turn around to see a tall muscular man towering over me,
