Kennedy in Sallad
The final leg of President John F. Kennedy's motorcade was approaching. Kennedy happily thought in his mind that with such an excited crowd like this, he would definitely get a second term as the president of the Uglyverse. He smiled at Puglee, his wife, who was putting on her sunglasses.
"Take of your glasses, Puglee" he beamed. "The Uglys love you!"
Soon they would pull in to the Ugly Trade Mart, where they would have lunch. A turn was coming up next to the Uglyguide Book Depository and Dealey Plaza right as John started to think how his brother Jeero would have liked this. He was always sitting around, and he wanted Uglys to notice him, and this ride was just that. But Jeero was probably still at Price Hike, eating up all the chips the taxpayers helped pay for. Kennedy wondered a lot why Jeero was so lazy. He was the President, Bobby was the Attorney General, and even Edward was getting somewhere. John sighed at the thought of it.
The triple underpass was coming up, so that meant they were almost to their destination. John scanned the scene one last time. Wage, an Ugly from Uglytown, was even in the crowd, for it was one of the only days he didn't work at Price Hike, standing on a white pillar with his new camera. His best friend, Babo, tagged along with him munching on a bag of cookies.
Another Ugly, Trunko, was standing on the side of the road waving at his favorite president. Kennedy raised his hand to wave back when something made a bang, with another following. JFK was puzzled. What just happened? Immediately a huge wave of pain consumed him. He turned some to look at Puglee, who just looked back at at him with confusion. Wage was wondering what was going on as well.
"Are you filming?" Babo asked with anxiousness. Babo loved JFK… well he loved the new mandatory cookie law he was passing.
"Yeah" Wage turned to say.
Right after the words left his mouth, another bang echoed throughout the plaza. John blinked once and then everything went dark. Babo dove onto the ground, spilling his cookies everywhere. Wage, still filming, glanced back at Kennedy. What he saw was more than he could handle.
"Oh no" Wage muttered, wide-eyed. This wasn't a really, really ugly dream. This was real. The President of the Uglyverse was dead. Shot in the head. As fast as it all happened, the convertible sped out of Wage's sight…..