The President's secret daughter.

.Hello my name is... Oh wait, I don't have a name. Well actually, I do. It’s just that for past 16 years, I've never once used the same name for more than 4 months and you want to  know why? Ask my Dad, who just happens to be the president of United States. I, on the other hand, am his "secret daughter."

It all started when my mother met my Dad at this bar and, you know, things happened. That was just a few months before he got elected president. After that, it went downhill from there. The thing is my Dad was already married back then and still is. He even has kids. When he found out my mother was pregnant, he told her that it would ruin everything, especially if the media found out he had cheated on his wife. His darling kids would be devastated.

I wish I could say that I hid in my Dad's shadow and lived a happy life with my mother, but that would be a lie. My mother left me with my father. Well technically, she never left me with him. she simply let him know that I was alive and told him if he didn't look after me, no one else would. Instead of taking me in, he found me foster parents―lots and lots of foster parents because there was no way I was  going  to make this easy for him.

I'm sitting in Mike's office,waiting for a call from my Dad. Mike was one of his best friends, back from before he was president, so Mike would always find me another foster family or even lend me a place to stay while I was in between families. I hear the phone ring and pick it up knowing it has to be my Dad.

"Hey, you've reached Emma’s phone can you please leave a message after the..."

He cuts me off and says with a sharp tone. "Emma, it's not time for jokes here! What am I going to do with you? This is your 12th foster home. It isn’t easy finding you those homes you know. Mike put lots of work into finding you a decent place to stay."

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my real name is Emma. It's just that with every foster home or new town comes a new name. I have never used the name Emma once. Only my mother did, and I’m planning to keep it that way.

"Okay, gosh, calm down, Dad. Mike will find me another one like usual."

"No he won’t, Emma; he won’t. I'm not letting him this time. I've had enough of this. I’m sending you to bordering school in Arizona."

"Wait, what? No way are you sending me to a boarding school. I’m not going!”

"Yes, you are young lady. I would have sent you long before, but it was too risky. Now I’m starting to think that it’s even riskier keeping you here and having to call Mike every week to get you a new foster home."

“Dad, the boarding school is in Arizona for goodness sakes!" I say angrily, while I hear people talking in the background."

"Look Emma, I need to go. I've already talked to Mike. It's all settled. He'll tell you everything you need to know."

"Whatever, bye.”

"Goodbye, Emma I’m sorry but this is for the best."

I hang up the phone and look at Mike.

"You did it this time, dear," he says, as he takes a sip of his coffee.