"Obama? Why are you here? How do you know my name?" John asked, dumbfounded. The president of the United States of America was at Wellston, Wellston of all places!
He knows my name as well? How?
"John, I k-know your name b-because the author can't be asked to make up a good explanation." Obama said with a stony expression, looking at the author.
uh how does he see me
"I can see you because I'm Obama." Obama replied crossing his arms.
thats a horrible explanation
"Youre mom." Obama fiercely replied, fire in his eyes.
Who's he talking to?
"Obama? You good there?" John asked, snapping his fingers. "Who were you talking to?"
"Ah yes I forgot about you for a second, John," Obama said, waving his arms around. "I was just talking to someone!"
"Alright then."
"Anyway, I n-need your help to find someone. A very dangerous person; one who has been avoiding me for the last fifteen years now." Obama said with a piercing glare which sent shivers down John's spine.
"Who?" John enquired.
"William."
(A/N from Villain): hello to the 3 people who are reading this, this chapter is a little shorter because its good a swear please dont get annoyed x