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Picture this: January 1, 2017. A burnt-out president. Obamas' wife, Michelle was filing for divorce. She had had enough of his butt-crack attitude. He had become cocky and rude just because he was the president and he thought he had a bunch of power. Little did she know, a sweet square was about to change his life.
Obama woke up; 4:45AM on the dot as usual. Brushed his teeth, brushed off his finest suit, and brushed.... well whatever else needed brushing. He went down for breakfast, oatmeal with blueberries and a bowl of oat milk cinnamon toast crunch. Half asleep, he finished his breakfast, not very eager to start the rest of his day.
Meetings, meetings, and more meetings. It seemed like the monotony would never end. Nothing was worth it anymore. Michelle was gone, but still there. Obviously, the press could never know; Obama was so close to the end of his term. After the fourth meeting of the day, Obama took a much-needed bathroom break and almost broke down himself. 'Nineteen more days' he thought. Obama put his hands in his pocket. He felt a little hard, scaly object in his pocket. He sort of just brushed over it and payed no mind.
Barack had a speech at the capitol that evening, and with little motivation and energy, he carried on with his words, and droned on about whatever presidents do. He smiled and waved like a good little president, and talked to the press; like what was just said. Presidenty stuff.....
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A President's Hunger
Teen FictionTwo worlds colliding. A burnt-out president, a delicious breakfast cereal. Michelle had been acting distant lately....... and Cinnamon Toast (CT) was different than the other squares. Find out in this epic story the trials of love, hatred, and not f...
