Mr. President

Chapter 1

Savannah answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Ms. Savannah Grace?" Came a female voice.

"Yes, this is she. May I help you?"

"I am sorry to inform you that your mother is no longer alive. She passed away due to a faulty gun. It back-fired and shot her right in the heart. It was an instant death."

"What!? This can't be right, she couldn't have been working with guns!" Savannah was screaming, black streams flowing down her face.

"I am sorry, but that is the case. You must go to the airport.There will be some men in black suits there. They will take you where you need to be. You cannot tell anybody. A note has already been sent to your school to let them know you will not be joining them. I am sorry for your loss." That was the last thing she said before she hung up.

Savannah, streams of tears flowing down her face, went back into her house and packed a bag full of all her important stuff, for she didn't know where she was going. She grabbed pictures and memories, and then she was headed to the airport.

When she arrived there was a jet. A personal jet. A jet that said "The United States of America" on it. There were men in black suits lined up from the door of the jet to the door of the airport.

She walked up to one of the men and said " I'm Savannah Grace? I was supposed to meet someone here for a destination I have no clue about?"

"Yes ma'am, right this way," he said in monotone.

He led her to the door of the jet and opened it for me. As they walked through the jet he said, "My name is Seth. I am your bodyguard from now on. Your room is right here." He led Savannah to a door that was purple. which was weird, considering all the other doors were white. He then looked at her and said, "I am sorry for your loss, Ms. Grace."

"Thanks, Seth. Do you mind telling me where I am going, and why I am going there?" Savannah asked, still confused as to what was happening.

"Why, you're going to Washington, DC. For what, you will find out when you get there, but for now, you need to get changed. There is a closet full of clothes, feel free to look through them and wear what you would like. Then you should rest; we have about 5 hours before we get there." He answered, then walked out the door.

Savannah walked over to the closet and started rummaging around for something she liked and then she looked at the sizes. To her surprise, they were all her size. She looked at the bed and it had a royal purple comforter with green polka dots on it. She wondered how everything was exactly fit to her personality and unique self. Savannah felt the tears coming once again and flopped on the bed crying. She made her way under the comforter and cried herself to sleep.