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Chapter 1 : What does it meme to be president

The sun rose yet again one morning on the well kept white house lawn. The light sparkled off the green grass which reflected the sweet, sweet colour of money. The curtains of the rooms where left slightly open, just enough to give way to a ray of light that made its way over the bed sheets and onto the young presidents face. His eye twitched as he tried to avoid the morning suns unforgiving light, but it was no use. he lifted his arms and stretched, getting ready for another big day where he must for fill his duties as president of the United States. Although his job was not a pain, he did always hope for something more exciting, marking documents and filling out files was just not enough for the young presidents amusement, but if sacrificing his freedom so he could bring happiness to others was his burden, then it was a burden he must endure. After all, there is nothing greater then living in peace. Of course these where his fathers words which Barack had always taken to heart. His father, who had retained their families position of power, had always lead their people with a strong will and a strong heart. He knew exactly what he desired and he never let anyone hold him back. This lead him to great success and he gain many followers of all ages, and not just out of pity. Barack, ever since he was little looked to his father through great admiration. So much so he, too, believed he could also achieve such success through courage and perseverance, however, his fathers fortune was short lived. 

On july 4th, 2945, Sir James Obama was shot and killed one night when returning home from a charity event. This tragic event not only shocked the Obama family, it shocked the nation. A hatred towards the president was unheard of during those times, and such acts of violence had been outlawed for over 400 years, ever since the end of World War 6. Barack being the only child had become next in line for presidential candidacy without application or interest. He, who had just experienced the grief of losing his father, was in no condition to run an entire nation, let alone a state. But without a leader chaos would arise and his father had fought his whole life to live in a peaceful world, so it would only be right if he continued his fight. At least, that was what he was thinking at the time. Who knew having so much responsibility could be so hard. It was certainly not a job for the impulsive. Power could only be put in the hands of those who knew how to handle it and only a small team of supervisors where in conduct of it. This team consisted of 3 men and 2 women, who had long running experience with ex-presidents, most of which where supervised by Baracks trusty assistant, Richard Nixon, who had supported, not only, his father through though times but pass presidents as well. He was a well dressed man with black, slicked back hair and although he had also obtained presidency for a short period he never held a grudge to it. Not only did Nixon support James, he supported Barack the most. He had always been there for him during times of need. He truly was his best and only friend. But he did have his own duties to attend to and for the past 7 years he has been flying back and forth from state to state dealing with issues concerning the wealth and safety of the nations economy. This was hard on Barack at first, he couldn't stand losing his friend for days, the one person whom which he could relax around, But he adapted and became accustomed to the routine and to this day they both continue to find time in their busy days to talk about their hobbies. And to this day everything remains in harmony in the white house.

That was, until one day.