You may think it strange, as I, that we have presidents. Haven't fought for freedom of independence? Killed, the innocent, even? I wonder why we would do all this, and then just... hire someone to boss us about. It's as though our lives need guidance, but we hate to admit so.
What you also may find strange, I point out, is that I mentioned this. Of course, you don't even have the slightest idea of who
I am. Well, let me explain. I am Margaret Janie Leighland- but most who know me call me Rettie. I'm twenty seven, and, not to boast, but I am quite educated. I attended Harvard University when I was 17, and graduated when I was 20. I then went to Harvard Law school, which I ended up disliking, and wuitting after the first semester. Don't think me prejudiced or proud or pompous, for most of all who know me say the exact oppisite.
I grew up in a small town called Linway, down in the dodgy bits of England. I had 3 sisters with whom I shared a room- Lilian, who is now 24 , Dulsenéa, now 23, and Mariellen, who killed herself when I was only 6- she was, I believe, 13 at the time. My father, Joseph Eugene Leighland, didn't fit the title 'father'. He would work at the gas station from 7 - 5, then after dinner he'd leave and go out clubbing. He'd drink and drink, and sometimes he wouldn't come back until two or three days later. Actually, he was quite a respectable man until I was about 14, working at his office as a business man. That is, until he was fired, and couldn't get another job. My mother, Janie Louise Griffin Leighland, came from a wonderful, normal home. She tried hard at her jobs- tutoring, housesitting, babysitting, and watching us kids- but finally she just came too tired of being the victim of daddy's criticism, and when I was 17, she drowned herself in the bathtub.
Now, you wonder how I got the money to attend university? I borrowed, and people leant. Their money did not go to waste, let me tell you, for I am a wonderful astronomy teacher, and am quite well known for my novels I've ^published- both of which were on the best selling list for ages. One actually even won 'Best Romance Award of The Year' from some big book company. So, I got lots of money. Lots. And I payed off my debts, and helped my two sisters out by letting them move into my apartement. You see, neither of them really likes the idea of university, and neither of them likes the country of Britian, nor the continent of Europe. So they both flew to America (with my money), and are currently working at McDonald's or some other rubbish place, and living in my flat.
Ah, yes, my flat. All who see will envy- unless of course it's better than mine, the one you have. It has 3 bedrooms, all of which are occupied, two bathrooms, one in my bedroom and one for public use, it has a grand kitchen, a wonderful living room with a huge plasma TV, and a porch with the view of the beautiful, and quite polluted, New York City. I love it, absolutely adore it.
So, now you know a bit more, and I must say, I asked you, if you find it strange that I pointed out the thing about presidents. Well, I didn't really ask you, but you know what I'm saying... hopefully. So, I've always thought presidents quite a bore, really. Entertainers, such as singers and sctors and dancers are so much better. I mean, Lillian claims to be getting a record deal by the end of this year- or that's her goal, anyway. Even with 366 (it's New Years Eve) days left for this goal, I don't think she'll do it. She has a lovely voice, but I doubt it- highly. New York is the place for talent, and Lillian, well, she's just good- not talent. Of course, I'm not her to tell you about my sisters' dreams.
No, no, I'm here to tell you about something much bigger. Something that happened to me and my cousin and my cousin's husband. It's strange, and quite unexplqinqble, but here goes. We, us three, found a way to go back in time.
