QUACKITY X OBAMA

QUACKITY X OBAMA

I sat in my chair, and pulled out a pen and paper. I sat there thinking to myself, then i knew what had to be said.

I started writing, first i couldn't think of what to say, but then i knew.

"Dear Quackity." i wrote.

"I am writing this letter to you, so you know i am divorcing mrs. obama, it is you that i long for. "

I folded the letter, and slid it into an envelope, i sealed it with a single stamp, and sent it off in the mail box.

QUACKITYS POV ;

I ruffled my hair and walked to the front door to check my mail, like i do daily. I noticed, this time i had something.

I grabbed the white envelope from out of my brown mailbox, and read it.

I was in disbelief, obama? I said to myself.

Why would he write me a letter, after all these years.

I quickly tore open the letter, and grabbed the note.

"Dear quackity, i am writing this letter to you, so you know i am divorcing mrs. obama, it is you that i long for" i was so confused. I couldnt believe my eyes, obama, likes me?

I asked myself.

I heard footsteps behind me, a tall man with brown hair walked up behind me, and peered of my shoulder.

"Whatcha reading?" karl said.

I quickly crumpled the note into my pocket, and looked up behind me.

"Nothing", i said trying to look away.

"You sure?" he asked again.

"Yeah, lets go out to eat." i said heading towards the door.

Later that day

I dug into my sandwich and looked around the cafe, it was particularly empty this afternoon, the silence was so loud, me and karl barely spoke after i got the letter.

I heard the cafe door bell ring, as if someone was to walk into the silent room, i looked up over karls head, as he was sitting infront of me.

I saw a very tall man, sit down at the cafe counters.

Was it- obama. I asked myself

Obamas POV:

I got tired, so i decided to head into my local cafe shop, and order a coffee, it was empty, or so i thought.

I walked up to the front counter and ordered the usual. I could feel eyes on the back of my neck.

Quackitys pov; i noticed karl staring at me with a weird expression on his face. Then, he turned around, it was obama, we made eye contact, both looking at eachother as if we seen a ghost.

Karl turned around, and stared at obama in disbelief.

He quickly got up and walked towards obama.

"Hey! You need to leave!" he shouted.

Obama looked at him, " You can't tell me what to do, i will take ur money."

Karl punched him in the face, and obamas bodyguards came out of nowhere.

"You guys need to exit the premises."

Karl looked at me " are you staying with obama, or me. Make ur decision."

I looked at obama, then karl, then obama, then karl, then obama, then karl, then obama, then karl.

I choose-