Ch. 1
6 years ago.
"Daddy!" I ran into his arms.
"Hey sweetheart." He picked me up bridal style and kissed my forehead. "Where's your mother?"
"She's in the kitchen." I pointed out cheerfully.
Dad set me down and messed my hair up a little then walked into the small kitchen of our one story house.
I looked over at my four year old brother. He was taking a nap on the couch. His blonde hair covered up his eyelids. He needs a haircut.
I walked toward the kitchen.
"I don't know Marley, the whole business was screwed over."
"Well why don't you do something George."
"What do you mean Marley?"
"i mean run for president."
Present day.
Six years ago, when i was only eight, my dad choice to run for president of the united states. Ya, ya i know what youre thinking its every kids dream to live in the big white house! Well sorry to tell you this but you're wrong. It's horrible, no not the living in the awesome white house part, the part where i can barley go places without ten body guards, or the fact that some people want my family dead. yeah, I'm living in padise alright.
"Dad I'm a fourteen year old with no friends what so ever. PLEASE!"
"I'm sorry baby doll, but I can't let you go to school. What's wrong with Margret?"
Margret, my so called "teacher". Please, all she does is sleep, eat, and use the bathroom. She's like a baby. How am i suppose to get any education and grow up to be a lawyer like I wanted to do since I learned what they were when I actually went to school and lived a normal life. Ah the good old days.You have no idea how much I dread not being able to go to the park, or have sleepovers with friends, or even the simplest things like pick up milk for my mom.
"Dad, you know what's wrong with Margret. Come on! It can be a privet school even. I'll do ANYTHING!" I pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
My dad sighed, "You promise to do your homework?"
"Yes!" I agreed hopefully.
"You promise to not stay out late."
"Yes!"
"You promise to not get a boyfriend."
I raised my eyebrow at him, seriously dad how much lower can you get? I thought to myself.
He chuckled a little, "I suppose if you want to that much..."
"YES, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" I cut him off and engolfed him into a gigantic hug.
He patted my back laughing lightly, "Yes but you can't quite, if you commit to this you have to stick with it understand?"
"Yes sir!" I soluted him and skipped off to my room.
"Oh, and Nicole, you start tomorrow." My dad called after me.I
Tomorrow... I started to panic. That means i only have eight more hours to get ready. I still need to pick out my outfit, get a backpack with school supplies, watch a whole bunch of highschool dramas, (I'm in middle school but really, is there that much of a difference.) But first things first, "Mom!" I called out, "We have to go shopping!"
I trudged up the steps to my room. It was eleven o'clock at night and I had just got done power shopping for four hours straight. I still cant believe we got everything for free!
