The President's Daughter, David Dower [popular ebook readers TXT] 📗

left my room all morning, she didn’t bother coming in.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, opening the door. “Don’t touch anything.” I said, pointing my finger at her.

She raised her hands in surrender, her green eyes widened. “Don’t worry, I won’t” She said, flopping down on my bed.

I walked out of my room only to walk right into the guard standing outside. “Um, do you mind?” I asked, as they turned around looking down at me.

“I am sorry Miss Alice, but we are given strict instructions not to let you out of the room.”

I sighed, trying to walk around them. If only life were to come with instructions. “I just have to get some snacks for Holly. I won’t sneak off, I promise.” I said, placing my right hand on my heart.

The guards looked at each other briefly before moving away from each other to let me through, “Thank you.” I muttered, heading towards the stairs and to the kitchen.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in lockdown?” I heard someone, say.

I turned around coming face to face with Ben. It seems like he is everywhere these days. I nodded my head, “Yeah, but Holly was hungry so she sent me to go and get us some food.” I replied, turning my heel and continuing my journey to the kitchen.

“Well, get some peanut butter and crackers, oh and some chips.” He said, following me.

“Why?” I asked, opening the door to the pantry and getting all the items that he said.

“Because,” He replied licking his lips. “Those are all Holly’s favorites.”

I rose my eyebrows at him dumping all the food down on the counter, “How do you know that?” I asked, him suspiciously.

He shrugged, “Whenever, Holly would come over she would always ask for that.”

I looked at Ben in shock, “And you remember that?”

He nodded his head, “I loved her.” He said, softly.

My eyes widened at his confession, I stared at Ben in shock. He loved Holly? “O-oh, well that’s good to know.” I said, stammering slightly.

He nodded his head, running his hands through his brown hair. “You’re not going to tell her right?” He asked, looking frustrated.

I nodded my head, confused. “Yeah, sure.” I said, grabbing all the snacks and scooping them in my arms.

“No, really. Don’t.” He said.

“Don’t worry Ben, you’re secret is safe with me.” I muttered, walking out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. If I didn’t get these snacks to Holly soon, she was sure to get mad.

I let out a sigh as I trudged up the stairs and towards my room, if only Ben liked Holly instead of me. But, he did say he loved her, so it has to count for something. Right? Chapter Twenty: Dances & Partners

“Everybody’s looking at me now, like ‘who’s that chick with rockin’ kicks?’ She’s gotta be from out of town. So hard with my girl not around me. It’s definitely not a Nashville party. Cause all I see are stilettoes, I guess I never got the memo.” I belted on the top of my lungs dancing into the dining room for breakfast.

It was currently seven in the morning, and I was currently in the best mood. Even though it was a school day, and a Monday. It might seem like I had no reason to be happy, but I was.

I ignored the looks from the guards as I danced past them. I live in the Whitehouse for almost eight years, they should be used to it by now.

“Someone is in a good mood.” Marco our head cook said to me as I took a seat in my chair, across from Thomas.

“I am in a very good mood.” I said, nodding my head, “Mom and Dad are coming home today.”

Marco’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “You are grounded. Why would you be happy?” He questioned.

“Because,” I spoke, swallowing the food in my mouth. “Mom is always chill about groundings, so she will talk to dad and my grounding will be over.” I said, smiling.

“It still doesn’t explain why you are in a good mood. Considering you basically snapped at your father last time.”

It was now my turn to look at him confused, “You knew about that?” I asked.

He nodded his head, drying his hands on the cloth that was perched on his shoulder. “News travels fast, around here.”

I shrugged, looking back at the eggs on my plate. It didn’t really bug me, I wasn’t one to care about what people thought about me.

When I didn’t reply to Marco, he took that as his cue to leave walking out of the dining room and back into the kitchen. Probably going to go prepare for my parents arrival.

I quickly finished off my breakfast, getting up from the table and walking out of the dining room. Thomas was awfully quiet today, all he did was stare at his breakfast. And considering he had pancakes on his plate- his favorite meal, he didn’t look very happy. I was going to question him, but I’d rather not talk to Thomas when he is in a bad mood. He tends to snap.

I walked up to my room which was still being guarded by the two guards who were there on Saturday, I don’t think they moved, they were there all weekend. I guess they took their job seriously unlike Ricky.

“Morning guys.” I said, smiling at them.

They only nodded in return, shuffling aside to let me through. I ignored there no replies, walking into my room to get ready for school.

I quickly stripped out of my pajama shorts and long sleeved shirt, grabbing undergarments from my drawers and walking into the bathroom. I didn’t really have time to take a shower, due to the fact that Ben was probably somewhere downstairs waiting for me so we could go to school.

We decided it was best for him to take me to school, since he usually just drops his mom of here around this time. And it would save Holly the gas to come and pick me up.

I quickly brushed my teeth once again, then running a brush through my hair trying to get all the knots out. My dyed brown hair was beginning to fade back to its light state. I made a mental note, to tell my mom that I needed to re dye it. We wouldn’t want anyone making any sort of connections.

Once I was done combing my hair, I threw my hair into a low pony tail. I didn’t really have time to make myself look presentable, but this would have to do for now.

I walked back into my room grabbing a pair of black skinny jeans and a white top, I quickly scanned myself in the mirror. “This would have to do.” I muttered, to myself grabbing my school bag from the chair and walking out of my room.

*

“For today’s lesson we will be learning how to perform in front of an audience in a different way.” My drama teacher Mrs. Moore said to the class.

We were currently in our schools theatre, there was about twenty minutes left of first period, and I was counting down the minutes.

“Many actors and actresses we know these days somehow end up on Broadway, preforming their talents through singing and dancing.” Mrs. Moore spoke, her voice booming through the theatre.

I slouched down in my seat, I was really bored. I looked down at my nails, as I picked on the nail polish that seemed to be chipping off. I tuned out Mrs. Moore, she wasn’t a boring teacher it just that I wasn’t really a fan of getting up on stage considering I really have no unique talents.

“So today, we will be doing something a little different…” She said smiling at the class, “I know it will be a huge leap for some of us, but by the end of this you will all love it!”

I looked at Mrs. Moore, with a bored expression. I had absolutely no idea where she was going with this and I didn’t want to know.

“We will all be put in pairs, and you will have to create a dance!” Mrs. Moore said excitedly clapping her hands.

My eyes widened as I looked at the lady in shock, okay make me memorize a few lines that’s alright but you want me to dance, with people I don’t even know. That is not happening.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson,” Mrs. Moore said, directing her attention at the boy who was seated behind me.

“I signed up for drama class not dance class.” He grumbled.

Mrs. Moore shrugged, “I am well aware of that, Mr. Wilson. However, I am the teacher and you are the student, and I could change up the course if I wanted too, which I am.”

Whispers and groans arose from my classmates, as they spoke to one another. I just sat there as I watched my classmates groan in annoyance. I didn’t want to dance either, but seeming I had no choice.

“Settle down!” Mrs. Moore yelled, trying to quiet us down, but we ignored her as classmates continued to whisper to one another.

The door of the theater swung open shutting with a loud thud. I turned my head to see who walked in, the person’s figure was noticeable as it took a seat at the back of the theater.

The class was now silent as we all stared at the dark figure at the back of the classroom. Mrs. Moore wanted us all to fill up the first two rows of the theater, not wanting us to be scattered around the room.

“Can I help you?” Mrs. Moore yelled, probably to the person sitting at the back.

The dark figure got up, walking down the aisle and towards our class, I kept my eyes trained on the person as the light was now hitting the person’s face look more noticeable.

The person walked down the aisle stopping at the end of my row, looking at my teacher, “I’ve been transferred to this class.” He spoke, pulling down his hood.

My eyes widened as I took in the person’s face, it was of course Gavin. I rolled my eyes, as my classmate’s then began to whisper to one another once again.

“What brings you here Mr. Storm?” She asked, walking down the steps of the stage and towards Gavin.

“As I mentioned before.” He said, “I was sent to this class.”

“And why is that?” She asked taking the slip of paper from his hand, her eyes scanning whatever it said.

“Because I need an art credit to graduate, and this was the only other art elective I could take.” He said, in an annoyed tone.

“What class were you in before?”  Mrs. Moore asked.

“Art.”

“Then, why are you here? You already had a credit.” She said, looking somewhat confused.

“I got kicked out,” Gavin said simply, taking a seat at the end of the aisle, next to some blonde girl looking like she was just about to pass out.

“And why was that?” Mrs. Moore asked, placing her hand on her hip.

“They were some problems that the teacher had with me.” He said, trying to make it sound like he wasn’t just kicked out of a class.

Mrs. Moore let out a sigh, “Fine but we better not have any problems in this class or I won’t hesitate to kick you out, as well. Am I