I DO NOT OWN DERRY GIRLS. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO LISA MCGEE. I AM NOT TRYING TO OFFEND ANY REAL PERSONS WITH THIS STORY. THIS STORY IS BASED OFF SEASON 2, EPISODE 6: THE PRESIDENT. WHAT IF CHELSEA RECEIVED THE LETTER ON TIME AND WANTED A CHANCE TO BE A NORMAL GIRL WITH GAL PALS TO HANG WITH? I KNOW IT AIN'T REALISTIC, BUT YOU GOT TO SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF JUST A BIT. ALSO, I DON'T SEE THIS AS REAL PERSON FICTION, BECAUSE THIS PLOT POINT AND FICTIONALIZED VERSIONS OF THE CLINTONS WERE CANON IN THE SHOW.

FACE CLAIMS

CHELSEA CLINTON- ANASTASIA BARKOW

SECRETARY- ANA ORTIZ

The White House. Washington D.C., United States of America. November 16, 1995.

Chelsea Clinton was in her room, sitting at her desk, struggling with some civics homework. The daughter of the president of the United States of America, struggling with civics? It was the purest form of irony if there was such a thing. Normally, her mother, who was quite skilled at this type of thing, would be willing to help, but she was at some kind of political fundraising event. Her mom was always doing a lot of those.

Normally, the people in charge of these types of things would prefer her father; him being the president of the United States of America and all, but his schedule was often so packed full that he couldn't make it to every single event that wanted him to, so the First Lady was often a consolation prize. Chelsea was just thankful that she didn't have to accompany her mom to said event. Most of the people there were her parent's age and any other 15 year old girl would be bored out of her freaking skull.

"Gah, this is so freaking complicated!" Chelsea exclaimed as she slammed her textbook shut in frustration. She took a deep breath as she knew that bitching about it wasn't going to help the situation.

"I need a break…" Chelsea whispered to herself when as if chosen by fate, she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in." Chelsea said as the door opened to reveal one of the secretaries within the Oval Office.

"Excuse me, Miss Clinton, you've received some mail." She said as she put the 3 letters on the edge of her desk before walking back out of Chelsea's room and closing the door.

"Thank you." Chelsea said as she leaned over and looked through the letters. The first 2 were from a couple of friends from Little Rock, Arkansas. Most of Chelsea's friends from Little Rock had fallen by the wayside when her old man made the leap from Governor of Arkansas to President of the United States, but a few still kept in touch with her and she was most thankful for them.

After she had read and replied to her friend's letters, the picked up the 3rd one. It was addressed Chelsea Clinton, The White House, America. When she looked on the back to see who had sent it, she saw the names Erin Quinn and Orla McCool from Derry.

"Derry?" She asked herself in confusion as she had been told by her parents that they would be going to Ireland in a couple weeks to help establish peace between the British and the Irish Republican Army. It made no sense to Chelsea. She didn't know anybody in Derry and she had never been to Derry in her life, so why would 2 girls from Derry be sending her a letter?

"Only 1 way to find out." She told herself as she opened up the letter and began to read.

"Dear Chelsea, our names are Erin, Orla, Clare, Michelle, and James, and we come from a place called Derry. We understand you will soon be travelling here with your ma and da, and if they're anything like our parents, well, you'll be bored out of your tree. We thought you might like to hang out with us.

We could take you swimming in Lisnagelvin Leisure Centre. It has this really class wave machine and afterwards, there's a wide range of drinks and snacks available in the cafe. We were also thinking it must be pretty difficult for a girl like yourself to meet boys. Being the president's daughter would intimidate a lot of fellas, we imagine, so if you want to practice any moves on James, feel free. He's all yours. In the evening, we could go to the Strand Cinema and watch a movie; you can choose. Anyway, let us know, and have a safe flight.

Erin, Orla, Clare, Michelle and James.

PS, we think your hair is absolutely cracker

Chelsea couldn't help but giggle at the letter. These girls and their guy friend seemed like fun people. For a brief moment, she thought of accepting. However, as soon as the thought came into her head, it was attacked by the forces of reality. Her parents would never allow such a thing, that much was certain. They were extremely strict parents when it came to making sure that their daughter didn't cause any scandal. Besides, if her parents didn't veto the plan, the secret service certainly would. They were all sticklers for the rules. To be fair, Chelsea knew that her parents wanted her to have normal experiences and tried to go lax on Secret Service rules when the risk to her safety was minimal. But hanging out in a war torn city with 5 strangers? Her parents and the secret service would back each other to the T on this.

But Chelsea didn't care. She was tired of not having many friends. She was tired of having to entertain the friends that she did have at what seemed like a museum and a prison. Chelsea knew damn well that the day would come when she was no longer a teenager, but an adult with adult responsibilities. Work, marriage, kids. She would have to grow up and live in the real world. Before that happened, Chelsea wanted, no needed, to do at least 1 crazy, spontaneous thing. Just so she could say that she had taken a chance; a leap of faith. With determination in her heart, she gather a pen and paper and wrote a reply:

Dear Erin, Orla, Clare, Michelle, and James,

I truly appreciate the invitation to experience the real Derry with you. My parents would probably flip out if they knew that I was even considering this...so don't tell them. I'm all for it. I'll do my best to give my Secret Service detail the slip. Meet me outside Guildhall Square. I'll be wearing a green bandanna on my head.

Sincerely,

Chelsea C.

I'M PLANNING ON CHELSEA TO HAVE WEEKEND FLING WHILE IN DERRY. SHOULD SHE DATE THE WEE ENGLISH FELLA OR THE WEE LESBIAN? THERE IS A POLL ON MY PROFILE, MAKE YOUR VOICES HEARD AND AS ALWAYS, REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.