Duncan

I was sitting in the mess hall with some of my fellow body guards in training, eating what they called 'breakfast'. It was basically brown slop. Everyone was still half-asleep and not very into becoming a body guard that early in the morning.

"DID YOU HEAR?" A voice screamed out as it came running into the room. I looked up to see one of the older guys facing everyone, looking as if he was gonna burst with excitement. "The President of the United States is coming here to pick a new Body Guard!"

"Oh, is this like the time Oprah was coming?" One of the others called back to him. Everyone, even me, started laughing. DJ, the one who had just given us the news, had a tendency to exaggerate. He once told us that Oprah was coming, but it was just her Body Guard coming in for a quick training lesson.

"I'm serious this time!" DJ whimpered. He may have been a brick house on the outside, but he was more than a Mama's boy everywhere else.

"Of course you are, Deej." I rolled my eyes at him before going back to the slop on my plate.

"What's all the commotion?" I asked, pushing my way to the front of the crowd. Everyone wanted to get to the door that contained the boss' office. "Deej, what's everyone doing?" I asked, seeing him right at the front.

"I told you, the President's in there!" I could see a few people's eyes bulge from their socets at the mention of the President. I, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less. I was only sixteen years of age, there was no way he was interested in a troublesome teen like myself.

"GET IN LINE!" I heard a voice shout out from the side of me. Everyone around me rushed into place at the sound. We all had to be perfectly disciplined in training. We all knew how to stand in line perfectly in order, without a single mistake. I was near the end of the line because it went in age order and there was only one person who was younger than me, but it was only by a few weeks.

As soon as we were all in order, the office door swung open and two men walked out; My boss and the President.

"I told you I wasn't lying." I heard DJ whisper. I let out a silent chuckle, that way no one would hear me.

By the time the President had made it down the line to me, I was tired and starting to get a bit grouchy. He eyes me up and down a few times, making me want to slap him, but I stood straight and looked ahead of me.

"How old are you, son?" He asked.

"Sixteen, sir." I answered.

"Huh, same age as my daughter." He smirked. It was a sort of half-evil smirk, as if he had a cunning plan going on in his head. "How long have you been in training for?"

"7 months, sir." I replied. I could see out of the corner of my eye his smirk turn into a smile.

"You'll do perfectly."

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