'Remind me again why I'm doing this 'Jonathan Quimby said looking outside of his window at a crowd of people.
'Because Mr President you want the people to vote for you' said Charles Cambridge leader of the secret service.
'Umm, when l will the first lady becoming back' he asked.
'Tomorrow evening, she's having a tough time campaigning in Hungary'.
'She'll manage, never a day where I thought she couldn't' He turned his back to the window 'and Sebastian'.
'Downstairs causing as much trouble as he can.
Jonathan sighs 'Send him up, please Charles'.
'Very well, Mr President' said Charles.
Turning back to the window he gazed steadily at the stars on the USA flag that represented the 50 states as it waved back and forth, it reminded him of when he was a little boy looking up from the gates of white house knowing that this was where he belonged and that knowing was the first thing he felt when he woke up every morning.
There was a soft knock on the door.
'Enter' he said.
The door swung upon and Sebastian's head peered through.
'Father, you wanted to see me' he said.
'ahh, Sebastian' he turned his back to the window one more 'We need to talk about your future'.
Sebastian grunted 'Dad, there's nothing to talk about, I'm going to college'.
'Have you thought about what you want to major in college'?
'Yes, I want to major in drama'
'Did you know your Great Uncle Edward Quimby did theatre?'
'Yes, but I don't want to do that, I want to be an actor'.
'How likely is it that you'd make it?' he replied 'One in a million'.
'And how likely was it that you'd make it as president, dad' he said raising his voice 'One in a million, right but you made it because you tried, so why won't you let me try'.
'Sebastian, your being..'
He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Charles head peered through the door.
'Mr President, it time' he said
'Will finish this conversation later' he said to Sebastian.
He made his way outside and took his place at the podium.
'Today, in the world on freedom, we look around and we make choices, but is the choice really ours? All around us there are people influencing us, pushing us in direction we may not want to take. Influencing parent, teachers, people and most of all influential media. How influential is media, really? Media is influential in a way you don't even realize. 90% of the population watches the news and a vast majority of that population act on what they hear from it, without realizing that what they are hearing is infiltrating their minds. The media is corrupted, used to someone else's power to the point where what we here is the mere truth of what has happened. This is a system which has conscripted to the point where the biggest news is buried and the tiniest news is headlined, where the people are silences not supported. So with your help and support man will be what he was meant to be, free and independent.'
There was a loud gunshot and then all hell broke loose.
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A/N:
If by any magical reason you stumbled across this book and you're reading this, Hi. I wrote this book because I wanted to write something and I had a history lesson about JFK and he was interesting and inspiring and I LOVE CONSPIRACIES. And that's my totally legit reason for writing this book :)
I wrote this chap, not the book,when i was 13 (2013, december), 4 months till i turned 14 and now it's 2015 and i'm 15 and a quarter, WOW. I decided to write it on Wattpad because it bought back the good members of first writing the chap and my beautiful characters and creating it in my history lessons. I hope you enjoy the book and I hope i get to finish it :)
The title of this chap was a quote of his:
Full quote:
'Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.'
-WishUwereherexx
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