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

before then or else it could have been even more chaotic than it already was. Once I finally got the kids calmed down and it took a good twenty minutes to do so. I suggested reading a fun book or even taking a nap, but the kids automatically turned that idea down.

After relentless arguing with the kids, we finally came to conclusion to play a game. One of the older kids suggested to play hide n’ seek and all the kids agreed. I let the kids out of the room to go and hide we did have a few ground rules but thankfully all the kids abided by them and listened. In the end I found all the kids and by the time we were done hide n’ seek, all the kids were worn out and passed out, myself included.

 “Wow, you look terrible.” Uncle Robbie said, walking into the kitchen his eyes widened.

“So I have been told.” I muttered, stuffing a spoonful of Frosted Flakes into my mouth.

“So, did you have fun yesterday?” Uncle Robbie said taking a sip of his coffee.

“Loads,” I said, sarcastically.

“Well, I am glad you had fun, we should do it again. This time when you’re parents are here.” I rolled my eyes, it seemed Uncle Robbie didn't catch onto my sarcasm.

It was quiet for a few minutes, until I decided to speak up. “Well, I am done.” I said wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Have fun at school,” Uncle Robbie said, his eyes glued to the paper.

I nodded getting up from my chair and giving a quick kiss to his cheek and ruffling Thomas’ hair. “Watch it,” Thomas barked at me, his hands going over to fix his hair.

I waved goodbye heading towards the front door, were I left my bag and shoes. Today was the last round of the talent show, Sarah was in the last round and I was kind of excited. I didn't know what song she was singing because she claimed that it was a surprise.

I sent a quick text to Holly asking where she was. It was already seven forty five and school started at eight. I didn't like getting late to class my drama teacher hated that.

“Need a ride?” Someone spoke from behind me.

I turned around coming face to face with Ben? My eyes widened, I haven’t seen him for a long time and if I remember correctly it was kind of awkward between us now.

I cleared my throat, there was an awkward air filled between us. “I am good thanks, I’ll just have one of the other guards take me.”

“Come on, Alice. You’re just giving more work to the guards. We are going the same way, it’s the least I could do.” Ben spoke softly.

I sighed it was almost eight. I looked back at Ben and saw as he was giving me a pouty face. I sighed, “Fine.” I muttered, reaching down and slipping my feet into my grey converse. “Let’s go.”

“Yes.” Ben said, happily reaching down on the floor and picking up my bag pack. He walked over to the door pulling it open and gesturing me to go first.

I nodded and gave him a small smile and walking out the door and towards his black Toyota. It wasn't like I hated Ben for confessing that he liked me. It was just that I felt bad for how Holly told me she still had feelings for Ben, and after all we went through I would hate for her to get mad at me again or even worse get heartbroken.

Once I got in, I buckled my seat belt looking out the window. I was tired and I am pretty sure I had bags under my eyes and an awkward conversation with Ben was something I didn't need or want at the moment.

“So, how have you been?” Ben spoke up.

I looked at Ben, his eyes were glued to the road. “Good. You?”

“Good,” He responded, taking a quick glance at me, then back to the road.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes until Ben decided to speak up, “Have you been avoiding me.”

“No,”

“Liar."

“I am not lying,” I told him, lying. But, Ben didn't need to know that.

“You are giving me one worded answers and you keep looking out the window like talking to me is worse than having yourself flattened by a cow.” Ben said, stopping at the red light and turning to face me.

I raised my eyebrows, “Flattened by a cow?” I asked.

“It is eight in the morning my brain is not fully functioning,” He protested.

I shrugged, waving my hands in the air. “I am not judging.”

“Anyways are you going to tell me why you have been avoiding me?” Ben asked, pressing on the gas.

“I am not going to tell you, because I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“Listen Alice, if you don’t like me than it doesn't matter. Okay?” Ben said softly.

“Ben, it’s not that I don’t like you it’s just that I can’t like you.” I mumbled, under my breath hoping that he wouldn't hear.

“What do you mean?” He asked, turning into the schools parking lot and parking his car.

“It doesn't matter,” I said opening the door and stepping out. The bell has just rung and everyone was now making their way inside the school.

“Alice!” Ben said, running behind me. I automatically stopped turning around to face me.

“It’s Ali- not Alice.” I hissed, I didn't want people wondering why he called me Alice. But, thankfully no one was outside the school, so no one heard Ben’s slip up since everyone was probably making their way to their first period classes.

“Shit, sorry.” He said, apologetically.

“Ben, I can’t do this right now. I am going to be late for class and Mrs. Moore hates when I am late.” I murmured, turning around and quickly jogging towards the school ignoring the calls from Ben.

*

“Abc, easy as 123, or simple as do re mi; abc, 123, baby you and me girl!” I sang, while curling the ends of Sarah’s hair.

“Are you going to stop singing?” Sarah said, looking at me from the mirror.

“Depends are you going to groan every time I sing the high notes?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“This is a Michael Jackson song! There isn't any high notes.” Sarah said, in protest.

“What are you talking about? It's a Michael Jackson song! All there is, is high notes!" I argued.

“Please don’t....”

I rolled my eyes finishing curling the last strand of Sarah’s hair. “So you excited?” I asked, turning around the chair so that Sarah could face me.

She shrugged, pinning her bangs back with a bobby clip, “More like anxious, I just want to get over with it.”

“But, you never know maybe you could win?”

“I highly doubt that Ashley has won three years in a row. If she doesn't win then someone better has too.” Sarah said, looking at me her brown eyes filled with sadness.

“Yeah, someone better will win.” I said agreeing with her, “You.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “Let’s just get me into something to wear, if you haven’t noticed I look like a hobo.” She said, gesturing to her hoodie and sweatpants.

I nodded, “I've noticed. I just didn't want to be rude and say anything.”

Sarah sent me a glare, “You don’t look any better.” She said, nudging me playfully and walking over to her bag and pulling out a dress and some nude color heels.

She held them out to me. “How do they look?”

I nodded my head, “that’s a really cute dress.” Sarah held out to me a red and white dress. The top part of the dress was red, and then when it reached under her chest the dress was white with red splats.

“Thanks,” She chirped. “I am going to get changed.”

I nodded my head, “I’ll be in the audience with Ben and Holly.” She nodded her head, “Good luck!” I said, giving her a thumbs up and walking towards the curtain that led to the front of the theater.

Unlike the first part of the talent show, we just had to go to school to watch the acts and that was if we wanted to go. But, today it was done a little differently. We had our first two classes then had lunch and now for the rest of the day the whole school packed into the theater to watch the acts. Today was judging day, and I was really excited. Sarah refused to tell me the song that she picked, but however she did say it was a song she had wrote herself. So that made me even more excited to hear her sing.

“But, you promised.” I heard someone whine.

“I promise a lot of things, yours was one of them.” I heard a deep voice, reply back.

I noticed Gavin and Ashley standing in front of the exit doors, Ashley had her arm latched around Gavin’s however he kept trying to shrug her arm off.

“I have to go, Ash.” He said, looking slightly annoyed.

She stomped her foot childishly. I let out a bark of laughter, her head snapped to me. As she sent a glare my way, Gavin finally noticed my present and when he did, he looked surprised.

“Did you know eavesdropping is rude?” Ashley asked, her blue eyes narrowing at me.

“Did you know that wearing clothes too tight and too small for you can cut off blood circulation?” I replied.

“At least it shows off my curves.” She said, scoffing.

“Oh, it shows of something. Curves aren't one of them.” I muttered, looking away.

I heard someone laugh and my brown eyes wandered over to Gavin who was clutching his stomach his face going red. A smile soon appeared on my face.

“You find this funny?” Ashley asked, annoyance clear in her voice.

Gavin nodded his head, his laughs fading. “A little.”

“Well if you find this so funny, then we are over.” Ashley said, flipping her dyed blonde hair and stomping away.

“We were never together to begin with!” He shouted, after her.

Ashley walked past me, purposely bumping into me glaring at me. “Sorry,” She said, sarcastically giving me a sarcastic smile.

I rolled my eyes as she walked into one of the room purposely slamming the door. I looked back at Gavin, “Want to explain what just happened?”

He shook his head, “I’ll past on the opportunity, thanks.”

I shrugged, I really couldn't care less what just happened between him and that bimbo. I was just asking and trying to be polite. “Whatever,” I muttered walking towards Gavin brushing past him and out the door. The talent show started in a few minutes and if I wanted a good spot I had to get there quick knowing there already all filled up.

“Hey, where are you going, nerd?” He asked, coming behind me and falling into step with me.

“We are back to that name again?” I asked, a little bit annoyed.

“We were always with that name.” Gavin asked, a smirk on his face

I rolled my eyes, he is so annoying. “To answer your question I am going to go and watch and support one of my friends.”

“You have friends?” He asked, shocked.

“No, I have acquaintances.” I muttered, sarcastically pulling the doors open to the theater and walking in. I was expecting for Gavin to turn around and walk the other way maybe go sit with someone else but once I found a spot to sit, he came and sat next to me.

I let out a groan, “Could you please go and sit elsewhere? Perhaps with one of your idiotic friends?”

“Nah, I am too cool to have friends.” He said, sinking into the seat and opening his legs, so that right knee was touching my thigh.

I pushed his knee away from mine. “Don’t touch me,” I warned.

He opened his mouth to answer back but the host of the talent show appeared on stage and everybody burst into claps.

“Thank you!” He spoke into the microphone his voice booming through the room. “I don’t know if many of you remember me? But I am this year’s host for this year’s talent show. My name is Andy