Living In The White House

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Isabella St. Peters POV

I wake up to the sound of the 'Maids' cooking, AKA telling me that I have to be quiet. So they don't find me. I go up the stairs towards the door so I can listen to the conversation.

"The rumor is the Mr. President is going to force Tyler into finding someone to marry." A voice says.

"That's too bad I've always been against forcing kids to marry, especially since he's only seventeen." A softer voice says.

Seventeen. I'm seventeen.

"Well, lets take this meal to the family." The first voice says.

Then I hear the voices get fainter and fainter. And i know its time for me to eat. I unlock the secret door and open the panel. I look up and see the makings for a salad, soup, bread, and a cake. I take 3 pieces of bread and a piece.

Yes, this is my life. Stealing from the president's food. Although I couldn't and wouldn't survive on anything else.

Why? My mother was killed right before my eyes, she was trying to get some food when the guards walked in

I shut the door and walk back down the steps into the room. The place I live is a strip between two basements

I hope Mr. President will have a party tonight. Because the only time I can sing is when there is a lot of noise.

Tyler Ford POV

I can't believe them.

They expect me to find someone I want to marry in a year?! At least I have a choice of who. But I'm only seventeen.

As i walk to my room I get very creeped out. I mean, This is the White House so its old and creepy. I'm always afraid I'll fall into a trap door or something.

But that will never happen.

Right?

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"TYLER!!!" I hear my mother's voice waking me up. "Sarah's here!!!"

Dang it! I don't want to see Sarah. Her parents are very good friends with mine and they expect me to run off into the sunset in love. All happy. Happy? With her? Impossible! And she is apparently in love with me. She wears enough makeup to paint The White House!

So, I try to hide.

I run to the nearest door and open it.

It's the kitchen.

"TYLER!!!" I hear my mom call.

Isabella St. Peters POV

"TYLER!!!" I hear the first lady call, waking me up.

Then i hear the wall creaking like it had extra weight.

Then the door opens and a boy comes tumbling down the steps.

And he lays there, bruised and bloody, at the bottom of the stairs. His chocolate-colored orbs staring into my black ones.

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Author's note:

Hey! Its Lori! and I hope that you like the story so far! Thanks for reading! :)

Luffff y'all!!! :)