Okay so I couldn't wait any longer... Here is Chapter two. I must say it is waaaay better than it was just 24hours before... because I got help this time guys.

At School

Becca walked out to their waiting cars unhappily. She was not in the mood to be treated like a show dog by her mother. Her brother had it easy. Horace loved the attention he got from everyone. He practically skated by on his looks and his name.

She sat back in her seat and cranked up the tunes in her I-Pod. She knew that as soon as they pulled off, Horace would totally begin harping on her about her fit that morning. Always the mamma's boy.

Sometimes she wished that she could just jump into a car and drive away. At least if she drove herself to school she would have the time to process what she was dealing with. But now she didn't even get the peace of solitude she got when she drove... thanks to her mother's presidency.

Not to mention that she could never ever really be alone because she was constantly followed by agent Booth, and before her Greer any time she ventured outside in the real world. Now the simplest thing as going to the mall was programmed and planned before hand.

"It's just Dinner Becca," Horace said pulling a bud from her ear to make sure she could hear him. "I mean you're always ragging on mom for not being able to be with us."

"Yeah, and like told you before... It is all about her." Becca said exasperated, "She never once stopped to think about what it feels like for me to be paraded around like a pedigreed show dog in front of dignitaries."

"The way you talk Becca… It's not about either of you, it's about the job." He shook his head and laughed in realization, "You know the funny thing is... you are exactly like her."

"I am not." Becca murmured as they pulled up to the front of the school.

"Yes you are," Then he sighed, "but thank god she is not like you." Becca watched her brother walk away from the car. His Secret service agents followed him as he made his way into the school.

"Am not," She tells herself.

"Would it really be that bad Becca?" Her secret service agent asked.

"Would you want to be your mother?"

"No, but I'd love to be like yours."

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Becca walked into homeroom a bit on the pensive side. What Horace had told her just outside had her thinking. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the tall slender cheerleader just behind her.

"Hi Hobecca," Patty Layton said bringing Becca back to the present. Patty had been antagonizing her since her mother's inception to the presidency. Yet another drawback she had experienced being a First Kid. Patty had gone out of her way to make Becca's life miserable ever since, by starting rumors and perpetuating lies.

"Ha, Ha, how original." Rebecca said and sank lower in her seat.

"Here is the thing Ho," Patty said leaning closer to her, "I am going to destroy you. I've got video of you and Mike"

Becca turned around. That was risky because she just knew Mr. Pruitt, her homeroom and civics teacher, had some personal vendetta against her. "What do you mean?"

"I have video of you two at the party." Patty said with a quirked brow, "You say that you and he didn't do it. That may be... but edits can be made to the contrary."

Becca freaked, what kind of edits could they possibly find to make that video seem like more than what really happened? "What have I ever done to you?" She whispered to Patty.

"Rebecca Calloway, to the principal's office." Mr. Pruitt said as he had begun to take roll.

"But Mr. Pruitt, she..." Becca started knowing that it would do her no good.

"Out Rebecca," he commanded, "Just because you're the President's daughter, does not give you the right to do as you please in my homeroom. You should be setting an example for the rest."

"Great, just great." Becca said and threw a glare at Patty before stomping down the hall to the principal's office. It was not the first time and she was sure it wasn't going to be the last. "Why do I even bother?"