United (The United Trilogy Book 1) by Jaci Wheeler Read Free Book Online

President, President!!!”
    I grab him by the shoulders and drag him down as close to my level as possible, “Seriously Wes, don’t!  Just don’t!  You have to stop freaking out!  I don’t care if it’s from excitement or what, but please, you need to get a grip because I’m ready to lose it here, ok?  Poor Molly can’t take care of us both!”
    I look to see Molly firmly nodding in agreement.
    As usual, Molly reins us in, “Well first off, congratulations Miss President! Second, what were the odds that we would all be working together huh?”
    Wes’s face turns a stark white for a moment as he cries, “Oh Lord, you don’t think they are making us her servants do you?!”He’s  practically yelling at Molly.
    I give him my best glare, “Get off of it Wes, we don’t even have servants anymore, and even if they did, you picked University, remember?  I don’t think they are going to have you washing my panties!”
    At this I seriously think he may throw up in his mouth a little as Molly bursts out laughing!
    “Well whatever it is, I’m certainly intrigued,” Molly states, seemingly perfectly at ease and in control.
    “So, what do you think they are having you do?”  I ask, mostly to get the subject off of me and the “P” word.
    “Well, I’m not sure exactly, but I’m thinking the fact that they picked me and the Boy Wonder here, it has something to do with you.  Maybe to help you ease into your new role, you know, something familiar.  Outside of that, we are both huge assets in research and development, so I’m sure that’s what we will be doing eventually.”  She says this with a complete calm and assurance that only Molly can pull off.
    This seems to calm Wes down greatly, and at the mention of research and development his face brightens.
    “Let’s hope you are right Molly girl,” he says with a grin that quickly slides off his face, “Because I definitely don’t do panties!”

Chapter Five
    We eventually found our parents and made our way over to our bikes and rode home in silence.  I’m not sure who was more freaked out, me or my parents.  We walked in the door and my mom and I went directly into our living room and sat down on the couch, still not talking.  My dad came in a few minutes later holding a tray of chocolate milk and cookies, and I burst into tears. 
    “Hey, hey,  there now, sugar bean, it's OK.  Everything will be alright, you’ll see,” he said this trying to comfort me, yet the irony wasn’t lost on me; my father still calls me sugar bean and brings me chocolate milk and I’m supposed to be old enough and mature enough to lead a country?!
    I just sat there while my dad held me and my mom ran her fingers through my hair.  I’m not sure how long we sat there, hours maybe.
    I finally look up at the two most important people in my life and the only thing I can manage to say is, “I thought I was going to be in agriculture!  I was actually freaking out over berries!”
    I’m not sure if they were able to piece together what I meant, or they were just too afraid to upset the crazy, because they just nodded and listened.
    “I mean really, the President!?  Are they insane?  Mom, I’m sixteen years old!  Sure I’m guessing I will have a ton of help, and the two years to train, but how can they think this is the right thing to do?”  I practically wail.
    “No one knows for sure--without any doubt--that anything they do is right, my love,” my dad assures me, “but you make a calculated decision and you go on faith.  You are a lot stronger than you are giving yourself credit for.  Remember, darling, that the way things were before didn’t work and this way has been proven to work for at least the last hundred years.  We have never once had an uprising, we hardly have much conflict, or crime, and we live in a peaceful, mostly happy environment.  You’ve done your research, you know this.  We are the only country around that works as a united