A Year Being the Cheerleader

57.

Saturday morning
Dear Olivia,

Guess what? I have been called by the government. Why? Because I am genius. Well, not exactly, but you get the hint. I am one of America's top SAT achievers. So yeah, I got a perfect score. My mom is more excited than I am about heading to Washington today. I must admit, it is quite an accomplishment. I mean, I have already sent out applications, but I am sure colleges have definitely noticed me. Although, I have also gotten scholarships to the same colleges I have applied to, but I just don't know if I should say yes now. School begins September, so why the rush. We have barely hit summer yet and I want to enjoy it. Like I promised Ramona. It's kind of hard to forget that girl. She had become a major part of my life in the short period I had known her. Don't get me wrong, I knew her before and she didn't even glance my way. But she was okay to me during that time and I hope she rests in peace. Well, as far as I can see, she is resting in peace. I go to her grave every Sunday. Of course not alone. Nate drives me in his 'precious' car. My birthday is coming up as well and I can't wait. Well, I can, is just that I don't want to. At times like these I wish I was the Master of Time where I can fast forward and rewind whenever I want. It's not that I am not a patient girl, but Nate says he has a surprise for me and I really am excited. Why does he have to do this to me? The suspense is eating me alive. Well, probably it is because I have absolutely nothing to do in this limousine. I can definitely understand when they say that you can travel in comfort. I always thought that was myth since even the best of us get jet-lagged but even the weirdos don't get that. Well, not now. Boy, I should be meeting the President everyday. There is only one problem. I am going to be on international television! Which is freaking me out, but by the looks of it, I won't be talking much. Mom pretty much has that covered. It's times like these that I wish dad was here. Okay, on a positive note, Nate will be meeting me there. Yay! I think. So....we have just driven into the capital city, Washington D.C. That's my cue for good-bye. Later.

AMBER

"Everything will be perfect," Nate assures me and his eyes smile down at me.

"What do you want from me?" I ask innocently and he frowns at that, in confusion I suppose. Well, you aren't the only one who wasn't expecting that.

I want to tell him not to answer because it was a mistake, but my mouth didn't move. I want to know what is the answer. It kind of creeps me out that I actually want to know, but I don't want anymore surprises. It's harmless if I want to know if we are both on the same page.

"I want you to be happy," he says with an adorable smile. "And by doing that, you need to get out there and show the world exactly how deserving you are to be here."

I grin up at him, feeling myself relax. With a calm hand, I squeeze his arm before turning around to join the line to meet the President.

I finally catch my mother staring at me in my peripheral vision. Since we got here, she has been surprisingly absent. I hope she hasn't done anything to get us in trouble. I shake my head. White House Down really wasn't a good movie to watch last night. It's giving me all this paranoia.

The President arrives a minute later and we are ushered out to the stage where we are the centre of attention for the media. Cameras flash and a smile immediately makes its way on to my face. It isn't entirely fake, but my nerves are getting a hold of me. Being the first to walk out, doesn't make it any less intimidating.

The President greets me with a smile and I shake his hand. I am then rewarded with a best achiever award for a work well done in SAT. Earlier, we, as in I and the other achievers, had spoke to the First Lady and even ate in the room where the President and his family eat their meals at everyday. It's much better than meeting a celebrity. Okay, that's a lie. Ed Sheeran was the best. But this comes into a close second.

He then asks if there is anyone I think helped me to success. I nod and mention my high school teachers, my Dad, Nate and even my cousin. By this, it's pretty clear I am just rattling off names.
As soon as I am close to coming off the stage, my mother makes an appearance. She is angry, that much is obvious, but what freezes me is that murderous look in her eyes. The same look she has before she hits me. And that's exactly what happens when I feel a hot sting across my cheek and fall to the floor as my vision blurs. There are shouts and talking which are the last things I hear before my senses are robbed from me.

A/N: What got her mother so riled up? What's going to happen to her mother now? Stay tune to find out. You all can tell me all your crazy ideas though. Feedbacks are welcome!

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