One day of bliss

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"Allyson Daily." I walk out onto the stage as the crowd cheers all adorned with campaign signs reading my fathers name. Smiling widely I take my seat next to my father kissing him on the check before fully sitting.

As an only child, I try to support my father in all that he does. And if that means I have to sit through these terribly long campaign speeches as the crowd stares between my father and I, then so be it.

"Good luck Dad." I say as he stands to begin the torture. I'm sure the speeches aren't that bad, but I really have absolutely no interest in politics. At all. Whatsoever.

Twenty minutes into the speech, my back starts to ache from sitting so straight and my foot begins to tingle from lack of blood flow. I try to tune in every once in a while with no luck, but instead think back to the one thing stuck on my mind. Being the secretary of state's daughter meant quite a bit of traveling whether it be for the campaign or some trivial political meeting. Today though, as we sat at a stoplight and I stared out the window while Dad took a phone call, I saw a boy. He had been sitting on a park bench reading a book when a woman approached him. She snatched the book from his hands ignoring all his protests and threw it in a puddle. Screaming at him, the boy tried to stand up for himself and go for his book. The lady started hitting him, It was terrible. She did it over and over and the boy did nothing. I tried to get my fathers attention, but he pushed me off saying he was busy. When I looked back at the boy, the car had begun to move again. I had just enough time to see the boy cradling a bloody gash in his cheek while attempting to save his book from the water.

The roaring cheers of the crowd brought me from my stupor and I beamed up at my father having no idea at all what he just said. I stand as he waves to the crowd and leads me from the stage.

"How'd I do?" My father said adjusting his tie in preparation for the press swarm that's going to take place as soon as we step from the building.

"Spectacular. The crowd loved it." He smiled down at me pulling me in for a hug and kissing the top of my head before asking, "Ready?"

Nodding, I join him as he steps out the side doors into the bright flash of the reporters cameras. They're like vermin who have zero sense of personal space. They're also a reason that I have been homeschooled since third grade. Well they're part of the reason. That's also the year mom died and my dad threw himself into his work. I understood though. We all have our ways of coping.

Looking out the car window I'm reminded once again of the boy. He had brown hair cropped in a short cut, dark brown eyes that looked black from a distance. He was tall, lean and built. Someone I would never expect to be reading a book. I don't have a ton of friends, but from all the novels I've read, I would expect someone with his looks to be out playing football and banging cheerleaders. Stereotyping. I know.

I wonder what he was reading, or even how old he is. I'm seventeen and he looked about my age.

"Allyson." I snap out of it sheepishly looking over at my father.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" He sighs rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I would like it if you joined me for dinner tonight. We have some very important things to talk about, and besides that, I feel as though a formal dinner would be good for us. I realize I haven't put much focus on you since the campaign really hit it off. I would like to change that once this whole thing blows over. We'll be more like a real family."

I smile at him. Like, genuinely smile at him. I've been waiting for those words to come out of his mouth since mom, well.

But now that he's finally said them, I'm ecstatic. I've missed him. I mean he's been here the whole time, and we get along well, but he hasn't really been here.

Smiling up at him I reply,"Yes, I would like that very much." Seemingly content with my answer, he replies with a noise of satisfaction and returns to the cellular device that has become another limb. Huh, maybe I was wrong.

Texting away he says, "I sent for someone to buy you a dress for this evening. It has been laid out on the bed. Be ready by seven." With that, he steps out of the car gradually lifting the phone to his ear for yet another phone call. He disappears into the hotel without even glancing in my direction. Whatever.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of my new story one day of bliss! I am incredibly excited to see where it goes.

Who is the boy?
What does Allyson's dad want to talk about?
Will Allyson's father hold true to his word?

This is just a small blurb. I will start updating regularly after I have a large chunk on the story completed
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