His Orders

Chapter 1

"Valerie, calm down. He isn't here to kill you." Anne assures me as we waddle our way to the auditorium with the rest of my peers.

"You know how much I don't like this guy," I respond as Anne rolls her eyes. "He is scary enough on TV, who knows how scary he is in real life." I jitter.

Our walk to the auditorium was dreadful. I looked around and saw classmates excited and cheering, while others were just as terrified as I was. I am not really fond of this guy. His ideas to the state council, the way he talks about other powerful people, and just how he carries himself. His demeanor is far from comforting. People are ready to see Mr. Ronald Purcell run and win Mayor, then Governor, then President of the United States! Ok maybe I am going out of my head but then again, we are talking about Ronald Purcell here! The power hungry badger is up to no good and I know it. We just have to wait until it slips out from him.

Anne snapped me out of my theoretical trance. Before I knew it, we were inside the auditorium. Maybe I should start thinking a lot more if it makes things a lot faster. Anne tugs my hand with such force that I almost tripped over someones foot and fell over. 

"Let's go on the balcony dude." She insisted.

"Don't you think that people will follow us up there?" I ask her as I glance at the huge crowd still trying to fit through the doors.

"We'll lock it once we get in. And I'm wearing all black," she shrugs "People are going to think I work with lighting and sound now lets go!" She says as she drags me again and I almost trip and fall... again. With her short height, this type of dragging around isn't safe for either of us.

She opens the door to the stairway that leads to the balcony and throws me in with her skinny, little arms. Never underestimate the strength of a short person. She followed ehind me and turns quickly to lock the door.

"Wouldn't you get in trouble for locking the door during school hours?"

"While Ronald Purcell is in this very building? I'm suprised they're stupid enough not to lock it. A damn shooter could come here and shoot him dead." She explains as we run up the stairs to the balcony. I thought about what she said for a second. Damn...

We reach to the balcony and come to face to face with reporters, our school jounalist Tracy Wilson (or Trace for short), and a lot of cameras. Of course. Trace looks up from his little notebook as the door slammed shut behind us. He smiled and and wildly waved hi. We waved back and then he motioned us to sit next to him. We decided to sit next to him since we didn't want the little sweetheart to sit by himself.

"Hey guys! Can you believe that Ronald Purcell is here in this school? This is going to be on the front cover of the school newpaper, the highlight of the school blog, and in the city paper! And I'm going to be the one writing it!" He exclaims with the sun beaming from his eyes. 

"Is that why you're all dressed up?" Anne looks at Trace up and down at his suit and tie outfit.  He bends over closer to us and whispers. "I want to make a good impression with the other reporters so I can get recommendation letters from them!"

"Go get'em tiger." I tease him. He has always been a good person to everyone. I think he deserves to be known as one of the best journalists in the city of Talleho.

The lights start to dim down as people are getting settled. Almost everyone has their phones up and ready to record Mr. Ronald Purcell's entrance. We heard shushing from the new crews behind us as they are starting to record. We stayed silent for them and waited patiently. Now that I think about it, he almost never makes an appearance at our school... He has made huge donations to a lot of schools in our city but why is he truly here...