Obama's P.O.V.

"It was nice knowing you," I mutter as I look back at the White House. I'm already outside and everyone is taking away my stuff. I feel like crying. I've been serving this country for eight years already, I never believed that it'll finally end. But everyone knows, all good things have an ending.

The wifi was so fast.

There were soundproof rooms where couples can fvck and scream like dying pigs all they want.

I'm in tears.

"Don't worry," Joe Biden whispers to me. "I changed the wifi password to 'ILoveMexicans' so therefore, Trump won't have any service."

I snicker and put a thumbs up. Biden and his smart ways. If Trump won't have service, then he will leave the White House and I'll possibly be president again.

But there's this feeling in my heart,

That... I....

"Daddyyyy! Let's go!" Malia orders.

I snap back to reality and run after the others. "Alright, alright, darling!"

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