A/N: This story has been delted but put back up to be revised. Sorry to everyone who liked the other one, but this one is going to be better.
Chapter One-Welcome to DC
"Here we are," a woman said cheerfully as she turned her car onto a driveway. She stopped at a gate as a security guard came over to the car.
"Name?" The security guard questioned.
"Melanie Montgomery. We're here because the President wanted to talk to my daughter and I," Melanie said as she motioned to the girl sitting in the car seat next to her. "I have proof," she added as she handed him the official letter from the president.
"Go on," the security guard said as he went back to his box and opened the gate. Melanie nodded and drove up the long driveway to the front of the White House. Melanie and her daughter stepped out as a valet moved the car to the garage.
"Why'm I here?" Her daughter demanded as she crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her dark tinted sunglasses so she could glare at her mother.
"Because I need help and I got to take one of you with me, so here you are," Melanie responded. "And take those sunglasses off, Mackenzie."
Mackenzie made a face as she lifted her sunglasses until they rested on her dark blue cap. She wore that backwards on her black hair which was pulled back into a ponytail. She had a single cerulean blue steak which rested on the right side of her chin. She wore a black long-sleeved shirt with a blue vest over it, dark baggy jeans, and black globe shoes.
A scowl was on her face as she gave her mother a harsh look, which she ignored. Melanie has ignored Mack's attitude ever since she broke the news to her daughter that they were moving. Mack put up a fight, but it didn't work. She even tried hiding before Melanie found her and literally dragged her to the car and forced her inside. During the whole car ride there Mack gave Melanie the silent treatment when she wasn't sleeping.
"Whoa, you never said we're going to a museum before we move into our new place," Mack said bitterly as she looked around.
"Mackenzie, this is the place we now live in," Melanie said as she looked over at her. "We're in the White House, our new home. Now come on, the president wants us to meet him in his office."
Dumbfounded, Mack followed her mother, who was lead by secret service, to the oval office of the White House. Mack looked around at everything inside it as she shoved her hands into her jeans pockets, somewhat unimpressed. A woman with shoulder length brown hair walked in followed by a small girl and a man in a suit.
"Please welcome President Martinez and his daughter Sophie," she said as she motioned to them.
"Thank you for coming," President Martinez said as he nodded towards Melanie and Mack. "I really need someone to look after Sophie while she's home from school. Mackenzie, since your school and her school end about the same time, you'll be her full tome baby sitter."
"Me?" Mack questioned as she lifted an eyebrow. "Babysit America's Angel?"
"That's what they call me," Sophie said sweetly as she curtsied for Mack.
"That's right. I know you'll do a good job of keeping your eye on her." President Martinez smiled at her before turning to Sophie. "Soph, why don't you take Mackenzie to the kitchens to get something to eat?"
"Of course daddy," Sophie said with a smile before taking Mackenzie's hand and leading her out of the oval office. "I know we're going to have a lot of fun together. We can play dress up, we can play tea party, we can even play with my dollies."
"Sorry kid, but I don't do any of that stuff," Mack said as she pulled her hand out of Sophie's grasp.
"Well, you're my babysitter so you have to do everything I say."
"Wrong. You have to listen to everything I say, got it?"
"We'll see."
Mack rolled her eyes as Sophie skipped through the White House. Mack looked at some of the rooms they passed along the way and etched the rooms in her memory. If this kid was going to be trouble, she was going to need to know every good hiding place in the building. Mack kept a close eye on the little girl as they walked down staris and into the kitchen.
"Hello Chef Victor," Sophie chirped as she smiled up at him.
"Oh, Hello Sophie. Who's your friend?" Victor Baxter questioned as he looked over at Mack.
"I'm not her friend," Mack corrected him. "I'm Sophie's babysitter, Mack."
"Hello, I'm Victor Baxter, the President's personal chef," he said as he held out his hand to her. She glared at it before he brought it back with a nervous chuckle. "Hey, I want you to meet my son. Hey Cory? Come in here?"
"What's up dad?" Cory questioned as he walked into the kitchen. He stopped when he saw Sophie and Mack looking at him. "Who're you?"
"Cory, this is Sophie's new babysitter, Mack," Victor introduced them.
"Hey, what's up?" Cory asked as he raised his hand.
"Not your fly," Mack responded as she looked down. Cory turned around and quickly zipped his pants back up before turning back to her with a embarrassed chuckle. "So, where'd you come here from?"
"Why do you care?" Mack countered as she sat down at the table and glared at him. "All I know is I never wanted to come! Now I'm stuck at some stuffy school called Washington Prep. And all of this happened against my will!"
"I go to Washington Prep. It's actually pretty cool. Hey, you have to meet my friends, they are awesome and I'm sure you'll like them."
"Guess again," Mack snapped as she looked at him. "Sophie, do you want to stay or can we go?"
"I'm going to stay. I want some of Chef Victor's French fries," she responded as she sat down in the seat next to Mack and smiled over at Victor.
"I'm sorry Sophie, but your father said I can't let you have–" he started.
"Well, I can tell my daddy that you're not feeding me too," Sophie shot back.
"French fries it is!" Victor said as he rushed to grab potatoes from the pantry.
"Man kid, you're good," Mack said in amazement. "You can actually get people to do what you want whenever you want it done or you want to do it?"
"Of course," Sophie responded.
"I think things will work out between us just fine."
