The President's Daughter by David Dower (best ebook reader for ubuntu .txt) 📖

"Watch where you're going nerd!" Someone said knocking me down, while sending my books flying.

I let out a sigh as I crouched down, collecting my books from the floor. Once I got up I saw the person who called me nerd a few seconds ago was standing in front of me wearing a smug expression.

"What's wrong nerd? Cat got your tongue?"

I looked around the hallway noticing that we've drawn a crowd.

"What are you mute?"

I rolled my eyes as I began to walk away only to be pulled back, slamming against the lockers. I heard a few gasps coming from our audience.

He seemed like a jerk, and judging by what he had just done, I was right. However, he was extremely good looking I had to give him that. With dark brown hair seemed sticking out in all directions and dark brown eyes.

"Listen nerd, I don't know who you think you are but no one walks away from me when I talk to them. Got it?" He hissed at me.

I let out a chuckle, this guy was unbelievable. "You don't own me. So I suggest you let go of me before I do something that you will regret." I said in a bored tone.

His brown eyes narrowed at me, as he let out what seems to be a forced out laugh. "Oh, so the nerd does talk."

I heard a few people snickering as he let go of my arm. "I am going to let you go, nerd. But, trust me this isn't over." He whispered into my ear.

"Puh-lease. Taylor Lautner is so much hotter than Channing Tatum any day," Said my best and really only friend Holly.

I rose my eyebrows in disbelief, "Do you even hear yourself right now?" I said letting out a snort.

"Whatever," She said grumbling to herself about marrying Taylor Lautner one day.

Yeah that dream was going to come true…

We were currently in my room watching The Vow. Call us girly girls, but this was one of my favorite movies ever made. We were tearing up one minute then arguing the next, but that is how we both were, like a pregnant lady on her mood swings.

When the credits started rolling in, I was too consumed in my thoughts until I heard Holly getting up from the floor.

"Where you going?" I asked confusion, evident in my voice.

"Home. I have school tomorrow and trust me I am not looking forward to it." She said putting an emphasis on the not.

"Well at least you are able to go to school!" I exclaimed a little pissed off that she doesn’t like school. "Half the time I am not able to leave this house and if I do leave I have to go with a body guard.” I grumbled crossing my arms over my chest and snuggling back into my blankets.

Holly's expression softened, as she looked at me with pity. Confused? Well let me start from the beginning.

My name is Alice Montclair and my father is the man who runs the country. Yep, that's right folks my dad is The President of the United States. Seven years ago, my dad came home grumbling about work. I was only ten years old but I remember the day very well, how could I forget it was the day my whole life was turned upside down.

Flashback*

"Dad!" I yelled running into my dad's awaiting arms as he walked through the front door.

He kissed the top of my head. "How was your day, pumpkin?" He asked as I began to ramble about my day.

I was only ten years old but I was smart enough to know something was off about him. "That's great honey." He said paying no attention. Putting me down and walking into the kitchen where my mother was trying to set up for dinner while trying to calm a wailing Thomas.

My dad set down his briefcase and grabbing Thomas out of my mothers' arms.

"So how was your day?" She asked my dad.

"Terrible," He said, going off about today’s generation and everything that is wrong with the world. “Like if I was President, maybe things would be different and I would pay attention to the little things that matter.”

She sighed holding a now calm Thomas. "Well how about you do something about it, Evan." My mom spoke.

"Maybe I will, elections are coming up and maybe I can run."

"Run for what daddy? A marathon?" I asked, jokingly.

"Run for President of course." He said proudly. "After all, after this term the President will be stepping down as the Party Leader and I believe I can win." I looked at my father confused, why would he want to run for President? He had a seat in the Democartic Party of the United States, wasn't that enough?

I was interrupted from my thoughts, when I saw water being sprayed across the table, with my mother's jaw hanging open, as she coughed repeatedly spitting out water, causing Thomas to start howling once again.

End of Flashback*

"I don't really get why you're not allowed to even go to school, like homeschooling really? Even prisoners have more freedom then you." Holly said, in a joking matter.

"Wow thanks, you really brightened my spirits." I muttered, sarcastically as pulled the blankets off myself, staring at Holly whose eyes suddenly widened. I looked at her curiously, "Whatever your thinking the answer is no."

"Oh come on," She whined. "Trust me you'll like this idea.”

I snorted. "I doubt that."

"Alice Elizabeth Montclair." I winced as she said my full name. "You have no social life, you've never experienced your teenage years. So, what I don't understand is what the heck you’re waiting for! A formal invitation?" She added, sarcastically.

I let out a sigh, "I know am going to regret asking this but, what do you have in mind?"

She squealed dragging me towards my closet, "Well I happen to know that there is this awesome party going on and I saw the cutest outfit in your-"

I ripped my arm out of Holly’s grip, "No, Holly! I can’t go to a party, my dad would kill me. And in case you haven’t noticed but this house is crawling with secret service men!"

She gave me the puppy dog look, "Pwease?" She said, jutting out her bottom lip and batting her eyelashes furiously.

I shook my head, "No. Dad would have my head." I hissed, at her.

"Come on Alice! You aren't getting any younger. Would you rather go and experience it and maybe get caught or would you want to mope around here for the rest of your life wondering about what would happen if you went to your first high school party?"

I thought about what Holly had just said, "I have always wondered how a high school party would be like." I said, honestly.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

I looked back at Holly, slowly a smile made its way on my face. "Let's go and get our party on.” I grinned, as she smiled back at me, chuckling at my sudden change of mind.

*

"I think I look pretty good." I said, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

My brown hair was curled to perfection, bobby pins holding the stray away hairs from my face. While Holly did a smoky eye effect for my makeup. She suggested, I wear a strapless dark blue dress, which I didn’t even know I had. It was fitted the top showing of my curves flowing from the waist, stopping mid-thigh. To finish of the look, I was in a pair of black wedges. I spun myself around, admiring the way I looked in the mirror.

Holly completely transformed me, and I doubted anyone would recognize me now. I turned to Holly pulling her in for a tight hug, "Thank you so much." I whispered.

"No problem." She said, glancing at herself in the mirror once more. "So, how are we sneaking out of here?"

"I guess we can try the back door,” I suggested. “It’s the one that goes through the kitchen and out the back, where the garden is.” She nodded her head, at my plan.

Holly was in a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a white off the shoulder top, pairing the whole outfit with some bracelets and a pair of lace up boots. I lent Holly basically the whole outfit, considering she was my cousin and basically my blood we shared clothes all the time.

"Ready?" She asked, I nodded my head. I was beyond nervous. "You're nervous aren't you?"  She asked, reading my thoughts.

I nodded my head, to her question. I looked down at my fingers fumbling with them, “You have nothing to be afraid of, I will be right there.” She said, softly. "And besides, if you are worried about anyone finding out who you are. Don't. Because everyone is too drunk to notice anything."

“Thanks,” I said, grateful to have a cousin like Holly.

"Ready to go, now? We have to get home by midnight." She said, looking at her wristwatch.

I nodded, walking over to my door pulling it open. As soon as I opened my door, I quickly slammed it shut, noticing a bodyguard patrolling the hallways. “We have to figure out another way out. Or we can't go."

"What about the window?" Holly suggested, pointing to the window.

"Are you insane? We are two floors up!" I said, incredulously.

"Well do you have a better idea?" She said, smugly. When I didn’t answer she spoke. “I thought so," She said, in victory.

We walked over to my window, Holly pulling up the window and proceeding to climb out. There was a tree by my window, so we were lucky, or else we would have to go past all the body guards walking up and down the hallway.

Holly continued to climb down the tree, I watched as she made it safely to the ground below. I looked down at her, I was a bit hesitant to climb the tree, especially in heels. Holly was flaring her arms at me, motioning for me to come down. I ran over to my closet switching my heels in exchange for a pair of converse. I then ran back to the widow, climbing out.

Once I made it safely to the ground below. We walked over to Holly’s car, which was parked on the east side of the driveway. I was thankful that she didn’t park it inside. 

I turned to Holly, as I pulled the door open to the passenger seat climbing in, "I hope you realize you just ruined the outfit." Her eyes looking down at my black converse in distaste.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring her. “How are we going to pass through the gates?"

“Just sink down in your seat,” She said, starting up her car. “There’s a blanket at the back, grab it and cover yourself. They know it's only me so they will have to let me through." Pressing on the gas causing the car to jolt forward.

"Hello. How's your afternoon going?" I heard, Holly ask one of the guards.

"Good. Thanks for asking, now where you headed?" The guard, replied.

"Home," She simply,