Courtney

I carefully brushed a strand of hair chocolate colored, that had blown out of place, behind my ear. The wind was whipping at me violently as I walked down the street. A girl should feel as is she's alone when walking down a street alone. She should feel like she's not being watched every second. She should not feel as if someone was following her; Keeping track of her every action. So, why did I?

My name is Courtney Madison Taylor. I am sixteen years old. And, the most important thing about my life, my father is president of the United States of America.

Life was always hard for me. It got even harder when my father started running for president. It finally got to the brink of horrible when he was elected president. Every thing fell out of place for me. My once perfect life was shattered before my eyes. I had begged my father to drop out numberous time, but getting to be president was more important to him than I was. So, I did the one, and only, thing I could think of. I shut everyone out of my life.

At first it was okay. I locked myself up in my room all day and only came out for food and the bathroom. Then, when we moved to the White House, I wouldn't leave my room at all. My parents had given me a room with it's own bathroom and my meals were brought to my room by the chef.

I didn't want any contact with the outside world what-so-ever. I never spoke to anyone, not my body guards, not my parents, not even the person who gave me food. Not a word passed my mouth. Ever. It was all my dads fault. He just had to become president.

Slowly, I began to come out a bit. I never utted a single word, but my presence was noticed. The staff would smile and talk to me kindly. I would occasionally nod my head to them when they asked questions. But, that was it.

Next, I started going outside for walks. I was never alone, though. My father had bodyguards following me all the time. I hated it. I'd stayed in my room ever since the move, so it wasn't as of anyone recognized me, anyway. My father was just over protective of me. He always wanted to know I was afe. No matter what. But, it was a pain. I didn;t care for him, so why should he care for me?

I would try to ditch the body guards, but they would always find me in the end. I never had any privacy. I had even less privacy when I became the presidents daughter.

A/N: So, what do you think? This was just a quick starter chapter. I'll try to update this story frequently, but my others are first priority.

I'm going to have alternating chapter. The first is Courtney, the second is Duncan, back to Courtney, Duncan...and so on...Is that a good idea to you guys?

Thoughts, critisizm and flames are appriciated. Help. That's also a good one.

So, thanks for reading, please review :)

Love, ChloeRhiannonX