Breach

I stumbled to Independence Avenue on 6th Street, a slight drowsiness in my step. The sky gray, glass teardrops slipping off the edges of the dark clouds. I was visiting the Air and Space Museum with an unenthusiastic group of classmates murmuring rude things under their breath. It was going to be the average field trip. The average field trip. When we arrived at the entrance of the museum, I noticed a large crowd blocking the entrance. I stopped to see what all of the commotion was, and found myself in the middle of a throng of dark suits. I turned, only to find that my class had left. Gone. Nowhere in sight. The amoeba of black and white began to move towards the street taking me with it, as though a wave had risen from the ground and was slowly pushing me toward a black limousine. I tried to stay calm but I was helpless, this had to be a mistake. The next thing I knew I was in the back of the limousine slowly drifting away. It only took a few seconds before everyone realized a huge security breach had occurred. There I sat, confused, terrified, and officially a threat to his security. There he sat, the President of the United States.

~ Luke P.