I could feel the chilly morning air on my neck. My hands were deep in my pockets, trying to stay warm. I was walking to school on a chilly October morning. Just then, I saw a kid from across the street run to me. He was fairly short, compared to my height of 6ft. He put his hand out and said "Good Morning, Mr. President!" I smiled and shook his hand. Even though I had no idea who he was, it was my job to be friendly to everyone. "Good Morning to you too." I replied. "My name's Peter. I'm in 6th grade!" he said enthusiastically. "I voted for you!" "Thanks for your support, I appreciate it." Peter started asking me all sorts of questions as we walked to school. "What's your favourite colour? Ice-cream flavour? Who's your best friend? Am I your friend? What TV shows do you watch?" I responded to these questions as best as I could, trying to paint myself as a great leader and friend. And then, he asked me this question: "Can you tell me how you became president?" I hesitated for a moment, thinking about what I should tell him. "Sure." I said.
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Mr. President
AdventureA middle school kid wounds up being the school president. Can he survive the harsh life of presidency while doing his duties and defending himself from his rivals?
