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I am exhausted.

We finally make it up to our hotel room and  I immediately toss my luggage to the side and plop down onto the bed. I sigh in relief. I can finally get some fucking sleep. I was hoping to catch up on my lack of sleep in the car, but Bon Jovi on high volume is not my lullaby.

I close my eyes and feel myself start to drift off, not caring that I smell of hot dogs and munchies from Quick Trip, and am still in my day clothes.

"Flora! Why on earth are you resting? We just got here! We need to go out and explore!" My mother shrieks in my ear.

Of course my mom has to be a fucking tourist ans needs to visit every historical monument, and collect all the brochures and documents. Just to my luck she is very inpatient and cannot wait until tomorrow.

I am spent and irked, not in the mood to argure.

I get my ass up and fix my dishevelled hair.

Let the festives begin.

***

"Don't forget that we have a tour of the White House at 3:30. We cannot be late!"

I am so done with this "vacation" and we have only been in Washington DC for a day. I realized that the monuments and historical pieces really are not interesting and while I was reading the history of the Washington Monument last night I completely dozed off.

Of course we had to visit the one and only White House. My mothers determination to meet the president is very unrealistic and the chances are one in a million. She didn't really seem to care about last years president, but, this year when President Styles was elected for office she was ecstatic. All I hear is her swooning and how good looking he was.

I didn't know much about him, despite his age (which is 26), his name, and that he is the youngest president to be elected yet. I wasn't really into politics, though I have seen a picture of him. I wasn't going to lie, he is very good looking, but, I fell wrong saying that because he is 12 years older than me.

"Flora, are you even listening to us?" My father asks.

"Yeah, whatever."

***

I've been standing in this fucking security line for hours and I am done. I already know that this tour will be very boring and I will instantly regret coming along. It's taking forever for the officer to check each individual person.

I mentally cheer as we approach the guards. The old man had a shaggy grey beard and long white hair. Disgusting. He gave me a yellow tooth smile and he scanned me with the metal detector.

My goal today is to leave the the White House without being raped.