Title: Love or Country
For summary and/or disclaimer, see first chapter. the only thing is there is no limit on the
presidential terms in my world
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Hey. My name is Stephanie Robertson. Yes, the presidents daughter. I am a student at UVA.
I am trying to do things as a normal 19 yr old would, But as we all know that is kind of hard
when your dad is the one of the most powerful men in the world. Most childhoods are filled with
Baseball, Basketball, Football games, Movies, Trips to the mall, Boyfriends, and long conversations
to your best friend. My childhood consisted of Partys, State Dinners, Trips to foreign countries,
Meeting Foreign ambassadors in the morning and the prime minister at night. I have been to many
a scholastic event but only because I was a cheerleader/dance team member. I had straight A's.
I,at a loss for a better word, am the Perfect First Daughter. Yes, It has been weird having
Cameras follow you everywhere you go, having the entire world know when you have a boyfriend, but
as the years went by, we kind of got used to it.
Right now, I am sitting on the bed in my dorm, relaxing during one of the few moments I can.
My cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Stephy Jo?"
"Hey Jessica. What's up?"
"Could ya ring me in? I forgot my keys."
"Sure. Hold on."
I rung her in.
"Thanks. Bye."
"Bye Jess."
I started packing my bags. It was the last school day of the year today and I was going home.
I had just turned 19.
Home as in the White House that is. My father said that there was a state dinner in a few days
and he would like the whole family to be there. I boarded the plane for D.C. and landed in D.C.
a few hours later. My mom, dad, CJ, Leo, Josh, Donna, Sam, the bodyguards, and about 100
reporters were there to greet me home. I hugged ma and dad.
"Good to see you."
Then the west of the white house crew that was there. We drove back home to the residence.
My mother, CJ, and Donna had already picked out a gown for me to wear at the Dinner which is Tonight.
"Mom, CJ, Donna thank you. It's gorgeous."
"anytime, kiddo."
At 6:00pm we were all dressed and ready to go. We started preceding down the stairs.
"I now present to you The President of the United States followed by The First Lady and The First
daughter!"
We were sitting at the same table as CJ, Toby, Leo, Josh, Donna, Sam, and Donna's brother.
I found out later that none of them but Donna's brother knew how to speak French.
"Stephanie?"
"Yes, Donna?"
"I would like you to meet my brother, Nicholas Bartello. Nicholas this is Jaydyn. The Presidents
daughter."
"Marcee Misiour Bartello."
"You speak french?"
"Fluently."
He asked me if I wanted to dance and I said yes.
We went out to the ballroom floor.
"I've heard alot about you Steph."
"Hopefully only good things."
"Nothing but the best. I heard you've been away at collage for awhile."
"University of Virginia."
"Um... One small question."
"Yes Nick?"
"How do you dance while everyones eyes are on you? They must be thinking who is that boy and
why is she dancing with him."
"First of all, the eyes aren't on me they are on us. And the answers to their questions are
Nicholas Bartello and because he asked."
I danced with Nick for a while. It felt natural like he was stable for me which was a little
strange cause I've never trusted anyone that fast before.
For summary and/or disclaimer, see first chapter. the only thing is there is no limit on the
presidential terms in my world
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Hey. My name is Stephanie Robertson. Yes, the presidents daughter. I am a student at UVA.
I am trying to do things as a normal 19 yr old would, But as we all know that is kind of hard
when your dad is the one of the most powerful men in the world. Most childhoods are filled with
Baseball, Basketball, Football games, Movies, Trips to the mall, Boyfriends, and long conversations
to your best friend. My childhood consisted of Partys, State Dinners, Trips to foreign countries,
Meeting Foreign ambassadors in the morning and the prime minister at night. I have been to many
a scholastic event but only because I was a cheerleader/dance team member. I had straight A's.
I,at a loss for a better word, am the Perfect First Daughter. Yes, It has been weird having
Cameras follow you everywhere you go, having the entire world know when you have a boyfriend, but
as the years went by, we kind of got used to it.
Right now, I am sitting on the bed in my dorm, relaxing during one of the few moments I can.
My cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Stephy Jo?"
"Hey Jessica. What's up?"
"Could ya ring me in? I forgot my keys."
"Sure. Hold on."
I rung her in.
"Thanks. Bye."
"Bye Jess."
I started packing my bags. It was the last school day of the year today and I was going home.
I had just turned 19.
Home as in the White House that is. My father said that there was a state dinner in a few days
and he would like the whole family to be there. I boarded the plane for D.C. and landed in D.C.
a few hours later. My mom, dad, CJ, Leo, Josh, Donna, Sam, the bodyguards, and about 100
reporters were there to greet me home. I hugged ma and dad.
"Good to see you."
Then the west of the white house crew that was there. We drove back home to the residence.
My mother, CJ, and Donna had already picked out a gown for me to wear at the Dinner which is Tonight.
"Mom, CJ, Donna thank you. It's gorgeous."
"anytime, kiddo."
At 6:00pm we were all dressed and ready to go. We started preceding down the stairs.
"I now present to you The President of the United States followed by The First Lady and The First
daughter!"
We were sitting at the same table as CJ, Toby, Leo, Josh, Donna, Sam, and Donna's brother.
I found out later that none of them but Donna's brother knew how to speak French.
"Stephanie?"
"Yes, Donna?"
"I would like you to meet my brother, Nicholas Bartello. Nicholas this is Jaydyn. The Presidents
daughter."
"Marcee Misiour Bartello."
"You speak french?"
"Fluently."
He asked me if I wanted to dance and I said yes.
We went out to the ballroom floor.
"I've heard alot about you Steph."
"Hopefully only good things."
"Nothing but the best. I heard you've been away at collage for awhile."
"University of Virginia."
"Um... One small question."
"Yes Nick?"
"How do you dance while everyones eyes are on you? They must be thinking who is that boy and
why is she dancing with him."
"First of all, the eyes aren't on me they are on us. And the answers to their questions are
Nicholas Bartello and because he asked."
I danced with Nick for a while. It felt natural like he was stable for me which was a little
strange cause I've never trusted anyone that fast before.