b a b y s i t t i n g t h e p r e s i d e n t 's d a u g h t e r

Chapter 1: An Adventure That Would Never End

Crystal lights hung loosely from the roof; the chandelier reflected the golden glaze of the grand ballroom, mixing together with the rose hue sparkling in the champagne glasses. The black cocktail dresses of the ladies present seemed to accentuate the blending colors. It was a marvelous sight to behold; like a dream come true from a fairytale. The radiant reflection from the chandelier made it a centerpiece of celebration and admiration.

But the guests were no longer paying attention to the spectacular sight of the room, or the chandelier any longer. All eyes were drawn to the two people who entered the room. Their first steps into the ballroom drew cause for the crowd to be reduced to hushed tones. The music never stopped, giving atmosphere to the jovial spirits of the people present.

The man and the woman looked at the majestic ballroom and then at each other adoringly. Their connection found in the window of their hearts. Hearts racing, minds blank and lips shut, their eyes did all the talking. And the very way they looked at each other was the way anyone wanted to be looked at.

Her pretty green dress with the low back matched her equally beautiful almond shaped green eyes and brunette hair. The man who held her hand was so captured by her beauty and the simple way she said his name. He never believed anyone could be so captivating. How he disappeared all of a sudden, is still a mystery to me.

It all began when I was transferred to a lonely town named Everton. I was young and naïve, where all I ever wanted, was to become the best writer the world has ever seen. I wanted to be the one who took their readers on a marvelous journey; a journey that would not end, even to the last page.

It would be amazing if the words I wrote simply came to life because of the magic of the words itself and took my readers someplace else, someplace where I was, someplace exotic like the beautiful green Amazon jungle to the festival of colors in India. But as of now, my plans for the future would have to be on hold for a while.

My parents insisted I take a gap year and work for my uncle, Winston, in a deserted little town called Everton and within that one year, decide what to do with my plans for college. My father made a deal with me: “Take that gap year, and if by then you’re still unsure, your mother and I will make that decision for you.”

Unsure? How could I be unsure? I had dreamt of going into the University of Georgia like a thousand times. Of course, there was one major issue I haven’t mentioned yet: my parents don’t know what I want. Why? Because I had never told them.

It was my pride at being rejected when I had so confidently assumed the university would accept me. It was the sudden stumbling block in my way that caught me off guard.

So when the letter came, I got to it before my parents could notice and after reading the contents, I never shared it with anyone. Not even my best friend, Megan. I led her to believe that my parents were just being mean, sending me away all of a sudden.

Next thing I knew, she was moving to New York for a fresh new start, and there I was, heading in the opposite direction. My research on Google came up empty. So as I protested to my parents to reconsider but they wouldn’t listen. They said the experience working for my uncle there would be good.

 “What kind of work?” I eyed them suspiciously; it had better not be farming. I did not want to be caught dead, smelling like dung, milking some huge cow in the middle of nowhere. City girls like me, do not farm, or milk cows, or collect eggs and wash horses. We just don’t. We go out for bagels with cream cheese, and take coffee on express. We hang out at indie open mic sessions just because.