Finally! Fresh air without being squished by buff, strict, boring security. I was about to go run into the park but my security guard, Mr.Marlo stopped me. He kneeled down in front of my pouting face and explained softly "Miss, you aren't allowed to go to the park, just a walk..." I rolled my eyes. I'm 10, I should be able to go play in the park. But, being the presidents daughter comes with many a problems, like no friends your age. Would you believe a 10 year old if they say the 35 year old, president of a small north American country is their best friend? Yeah, weird

While on your walk, you spotted a kid around your age, alone, on the floor of the bus stop with his knees tucked into his chest, crying. "Look look...he is crying...we should held him!" You pulled at the sleeve of your bodyguard

"Hey!" Before your bodyguard stopped you, you ran to the kid and patted his shoulder "Whats wrong?" The boy, red eyes swollen looked up "Uhm...I- I can't find m-my mom..." He muttered