Chapter 1
"It's for you," Nancy said handing the phone to me.
My eyes widened and I nearly choked on my oatmeal. Nobody ever called for me! I quickly grabbed the phone from her outstretched hand and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked cautiously.
"Hey Clara," a cheery voice said through the phone.
I let out a breath of relief, "Oh, hey, Mikayla," I replied, scooting my chair away from the table and leaving to go someplace more private.
"Yup! Now sing something!" she exclaimed. She sounded far away and I knew she had it in speaker.
"Why?" I asked.
"Just do it. I'm helping you." she replied.
I let out a sigh and started singing " If I die young bury me in satin lay me down on a bed of roses sink me in the river at dawn send me away with the words of a love song,"
"Happy," I grumbled.
"Ecstatic! Because guess what! It was on speaker in front of Daddy." she replied. My face paled.
Mikayla was my best friend and completely out going and totally stubborn. She also happened to be the daughter of the president of the united states. She was always telling me I needed to sing for money but I never understood.
"UH BJGMHDXLLL-MIKAYLA!?" I exclaimed.
"Hello, Clara," said the voice of the president.
"Hello, sir," I replied softly.
"You have a very nice voice," he commented, "How would you like to preform at a formal party I'm throwing for Christmas?"
I literally stopped breathing and felt like I was about to faint. The president of the United States of America just asked me to preform at a white house party! Oh my god, me! A 21 year old waitress and part time worker at the orphanage!
"Uhm? May I ask what song?" I asked.
"Hm," he said thoughtfully, "What about a classic Christmas song? It has to be classy not pop and up beat. After all it is a formal party for international representatives."
"What about 'I'll be home for Christmas'?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied. "The party is this Saturday night and you may come over anytime before 6:30 pm. The party itself starts and 7:00 sharp but Mikayla will probably want you to come over earlier so she can 'beautify you' and so I can hear you live."
"Yeah show up around lunch time!" Mikayla said.
"Uh... Ok! Thank you so much Mr. President." I said quickly.
"Alright see you then, Clara," he replied before hanging up.
I hung up and looked down at the phone in shock. Then screamed as loud as I could, tears of joy pouring out of my eyes. Nancy came running from the kitchen, a baby on her hip.
"Are you ok, darlin," she replied, looking worried.
"Oh, Nancy! I'm more then ok!" I replied, laughing histarically. Nancy gave me an odd look before motioning me to come back in and finish breakfast. I walked towards the kitchen feeling as if I was walking on a cloud. I finished my oatmeal with wide glassy eyes. then I walked up to my bedroom as if I was on a cloud.
