The killer inside

Chapter one

Callie Wilson just wanted to be normal. Not she can never be because she is the presidents daughter of 2050. She went to Willis high and was in her sophomore year. One day, her father was attacked by a man who got into the White House.
Callie's POV
I rushed to the house to find my daddy being carried away my paramedics.  My eyes were wide with fear. What had happened? Was he gonna be ok? A million questions raced through my mind. Would he die? Was a big one. I was 17 almost 18. Last year my dad had passed a new law that any adult could run for president. This means that if my dad cannot fulfill his duties as president, I'll be appointed. This thought terrifies me. I can't be president! I can barely run a club much less the country! Beep! I checked my phone. Willis high was being shut down. I had to go to a normal school where everyone would judge me for being the presidents daughter. This day keeps getting better and better every second.
President Wilsons POV
All I get to do is work! Being president SUCKS!! I know I probably sound like a grumpy teen but it's true! Stomp stomp stomp! I told Callie to stop stomping around. Wait, it's the middle of the school day. What's she doing home? I walk into the hallway to see a masked man. His clothes were all black. I hear the alarm that signs an intruder. Lucky me, I found him. I see him pull out a gun. Sweat trickles down my forehead. Before I know it a Big Bang echoes through the house. I go flying backwards and everything goes black.
Callie's POV
My mother entered the crime scene and looked at me with a look so evil that if looks could kill, I would be slaughtered. Does she really think I did it? Why would I shoot my own father? I could feel this cold feeling spreading throughout my body. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground. I tried to stand but the coldness held me down like strong cold ropes. It felt like the coldness was suffocating me. I couldn't breathe . The edges of my vision were turning black. Just as I was about to pass out, it stopped. I could breathe. I could move. I wasn't cold. But I knew something had happened. It wasn't grief that was holding me down. It was a monster. And the monster was in front of me.