Mary Sue got out. Those four words put together were scarier than any horror movie. What was worse was that she broke into Kathy's home, trashed all the rooms except the kitchen, and kidnapped Kathy. It was also stated in the note that Mary Sue took Kathy to the White House and was holding her, as well as the leaders of the real world, hostage.

If any good had to come from this, I guess that it would be the fact that Ash, Sophia, and I were stopping at the White House anyway. So fast forward to the White House. We arrived in Washington D.C., and the famous White House was in view. Libby, who insisted that she and her sister, Junette, come, did some research on today's conference and told the rest of us that famous and important people were supposed to be there.

The president and the queen of England and both of their families were attending, as well as the leaders of the other countries, Trump and his family and friends, and some celebrities. I may not be fond of some of them - oh, I am fond of Trump - but even they should not feel Mary Sue's wrath. None of them would survive.

You readers probably already guessed that it was difficult for us to get into the White House and meet the real world leaders. Actually, it was very easy for Ash J. and us fictional characters to go in the White House. Remember that this is a Forlot book. Anything can happen.

The hard part was surprisingly getting past the real worlders who were marching on the White House's property and protesting. Some of them were holding up signs, and all of them were chanting the same phrase.

"No more wars! No more wars!"

I did not tell you this earlier, but the only reason that Libby and June tagged along was because Libby wanted to videotape real worlders doing wrong and dumb things and prove to June that real worlders were a lost cause. Let me tell you that you real worlders are not a lost cause. I am on your side in certain ways."

The protesters were filled with conservatives and liberals. They soon shifted their anger towards each other and argued. Libby thought that this would be the perfect time to start recording and recorded a conservative and liberal arguing about a certain book series. That book series was none other than Forlot.

"The Forlot books need to be banned!" the conservative yelled. "It talks about magic, and magic is evil!"

"The Forlot books need to have gay characters!" the liberal shouted. "No straight characters! All the characters should be gay! And none of them should be a Christian!"

Libby turned the camera around so that it would record her. "There you have it, Forlot folks. Real worlders are nothing but problems. This is what our writer has to deal with...every day." She stopped recording, and I placed my hands on my hips and frowned at her.

"Has it ever occur to you that not all conservatives and liberals act like this?" I said. "Some of them are nice and decent people."

She lowered her camera. "Are the nice ones real worlders too?"

"Uh, yes."

"There is no such thing as a good real worlder. They will never change their ways."

We had to push past the protesters and made it to the front door of the White House. I knocked on the door, and a security guard dressed in all black with black shades answered.

"Look, you protestors," the security guard said. "You are not allowed to come in the White House and continue your protesting. The leaders have enough problems."

"Would one of their problems be a psycho girl who keeps yakking about how she will kill all real worlders?" Sophia asked.

The guard was surprised that we knew. "How did you know that? Not one news station has reported it."

I remembered my badge and pulled it out of my pocket. I showed it to him. "You can call me, Cassandra. I am a secret agent and was sent here to take the psycho girl into custody."

"Oh. Well, in that case..." He opened the door wide and motioned for all of us to come in. "I suppose that the others are on your team."

"Uh, yes. They have been trained for moments like this."

The guard gave us the directions to the room where the leaders were at, and we dashed up the stairs and to the room. The door was closed, and we could hear Mary Sue clearly.

"Do you know why you real worlders are dumb? 'Cause you are!"

I slowly reached for the doorknob, grasped it, and opened the door a crack. I could see the leaders sitting at a long, round table, and Mary Sue was standing on said table and walking around, kicking papers and pens off. She had her special gun in her hand, and I instructed Ash to push open the door.

"On the count of three, Ash. One...two...three!"

Ash J. pushed opened the door as fast as she could, and I ran into the room, leaped onto the table, and tackled Mary Sue. She was now lying on the table, and I was on top of her.

"Not more trouble," the queen said.

"It is okay," I reassured her. "I am a good guy."

"She is correct, Your Majesty," the president of the United States added. "I have met Cassandra before, and she was good to me."

I looked at the president - and gasped. I could not believe my eyes. "Xefente Fenz?"

"That is my name. Do not wear it out."

"How are you alive? I thought that Mary Sue killed you."

"You can never really kill off a fictional character."

I squinted at him. "Are...are you implying that you are a fictional character?"

"A fictional character of Forlot, yes. Ash J. created me."