Chapter 1
"Argh", I groaned in frustration. There was absolutely nothing to wear at a time like this." Is everything all right in there ?" my bodyguard, Emmet, asked from the other side of the door. "I'm fine", I hollered back at him. I sighed and flopped down on my bed, hugging a pillow.
I was getting ready to go on a date with the Mike Newton. He was like the hottest guy in school and I was ecstatic that he chose me out of all people. Not snooty Lauren. Not snobby Jessica. Me.
I was still trying to work out why he chose me of all people. I was pretty much average looking with long brown hair that reached till half my back. I had chocolate brown eyes and I was so pale, you'd think I was a vampire.
It was pretty hard for me to date guys. You want to know why? Two words. My dad. Now that brings me to another issue. My dad, Charlie Swan, was the president of the United States. Pretty cool huh? It was, if you liked to be followed everywhere by bodyguards. If you didn't want any privacy. And if you wanted a bunch of guys in suits tagging along on your dinner dates.
I mean, I could see why he was overprotective of me. He just didn't want me to get hurt. But when was he going to wake up and realize that I wasn't a little kid anymore? Even my mom (Renee) backed me up on this. She knew that I was willing to do anything to get a little freedom. I was 18 for gods sake. All I wanted was to have a little space and meet the guy of my dreams.
Now this brings me back to my dilemma. What to wear, I thought to myself. I walked into my open door closet and looked for something suitable to wear. Mike was going to be here in four hours and I needed to get ready. I hadn't had a lot of experience with clothes, so I wanted to dress up really special. After about two minutes, I began to get frustrated. I decided to close my eyes, turn around three times and the first piece of clothing I touched would be the right one. Sort of like The Wizard of Oz but without the green items.
I clasped my hands over my eyes, turned thrice, and stumbled forward to the rack on my left. I touched something which felt like muslin and had layers on it. Please be the right one, I thought. I slowly opened my eyes to see what I had picked. I could feel a small smile creeping into my face as I gazed down on the outfit. This would do, I thought. This would do just fine.
A/N. So hope you like it since it's my first time ever to write something like this. Criticism and praises are welcome. i know its a bit short but all the other chapters will be long. Please review!!! You won't get the story at first, but please continue reading. it'll get better!!