Internment

I didn't know what I was actually doing. I was just an intern who did what he was told. Without question, for the most part. Nothing seemed too important at the time, simply tasks for the cabinet members. Coffee, lunch, run a copy. Sometimes there was more than that. Pay off the hotel staff, keep things hidden. I didn't question it, but now I sure wish I had.

I was just a quiet kid from Massachusetts. I thought that it made me special, being from the same state as the president. Not quite sure I believe that now. I am still a quiet kid, though, only now I am filled with paranoia because I know more than most about what actually goes on.

After I became familiar with the ins and outs of my job I began to catch the eyes of some of the higher-ups. I thought they saw my potential as a future politician. They just saw me as someone who could keep quiet. I tried to impress them with everything I could, but I knew that I wasn't as bold as the other interns. I always assumed that they would get ahead in the white house while I would be putting in all of my efforts, but stuck with shredding papers.

Looking back on it, I wish I was shredding.