Politics

I look at the television results and see that California has gone red for the third election. Condoleezza Rice about to be the first female president elected. Hillary Clinton, is about to lose her third election in a row.

I go to computer and decide to google, the 2008 election and see that Hillary Clinton beat out Barack Obama in Democrat primary and in general election John McCain won. He died in office a year ago, and Sarah Palin is the current president. I cannot believe that my life could alter history that much.

I then see a picture of the current state senators and state congress of California and discover that a lot of them went to the same school as you did but in previous time line, they were assaulted by the coach you took down. Most of them were damaged and a lot of them committed suicide. But in this time line, they prospered and changed the political climate of the west. I go back to the television and see Projected Winner District Attorney Elect is me.

I get up and remember leaving cult after a month and moved to a college in Vermont and I decided to run for DA of Vermont this year. Your primary goal was putting away the French Don. As the results are coming, I see a picture of a beautiful red head next to me with text saying too close to call. I have a feeling that I know intimately. I have a slight lead of 200 votes.

I head to my apartment where I see two young blondes no older than twenty five and an older blonde looks strangely familiar.

They keep there distance as the hour pass by and finally by 3 am, there is an update. I am the projected winner.

I suddenly see over the television that I have won the election, and phone call from my rival congratulating me. She gives me a strange comment that says I won the bet. I then receive a phone call from the President Palin congratulating me and telling me to wait to give your speech in the morning. I will be met by RNC representatives.

After the phone call, I stare at the blonde as she says, "Is that any way to treat an old classmate, ignoring me."

My memories of my previous life vanish when she throws pictures onto a table as the two young blondes are making out.

You says, "It has been long time, Sandy. What do you want?"