[WP] As a White House janitor, you are 627th in line for the presidency. You never expected a catastrophe to cause the deaths of the 626 people ahead of you...

627th in line to become the president. A conversation starter and one of the most worthless titles ever given to someone. Every family get together I attend, jokes about how Roger could be the president...if aliens landed on earth and ate everyone. Roger is me and I never thought my childhood dream would come true , but it did, in one of the strangest scenarios possible,

It was a typical Monday and Mr. President would be giving a speech about legalizing marijuana in Kentucky or something. I mopped the stage , dusted the podium, and scrubbed the bottoms of chairs. I would've stayed to hear the president's announcement like I always do, but today, today I had to go to my bratty Nephew's birthday.

I mop the last square inch of the wooden floor and wipe my forehead of sweat. I head out to the car, starting up my engine as though it was a typical day.

I get to my Nephew's party and my brother immediately shouts "There you are #627!", he goes in for a hug but I meet him with a handshake. "Congratulations on the kid" , I say awkwardly. I walk into a musty living room filled with sweaty, crying kids and a dozen confused parents. "What's the problem?", I ask, thinking a kid broke a vase or something. "The president's been shot." , one parent responds.

My mouth is hanging wide open like a squash and squish cartoon character that sees a pretty girl. I direct my eyes to the television. All hell is breaking loose and the building is up in flames. The camera dies but we all hear the explosion. I run out of the house, not giving a fuck about my Nephew's 3rd birthday.

I run to my car while simoultaneously putting on my jacket and lighting a cigarette. I drive to where I'd just left an hour ago. Streets are blocked off and the white hour is now a pile of wood, rock, and ash. Everybody within a 5 mile radius of the whitehouse was killed. I cry into my hands, knowing I've lost a dozen or so friends and my job.

Citizens are evacuated from the surrounding area and I go home.

2 weeks later, the country isn't being run by anyone and I'm sitting on my couch watching friends re-runs when I get a call. "Hello Mr. Parker , could you come in, we have an important task for you." . I find myself at a huge mansion and I'm lead into the building my 4 huge men in suits. I'm met by a member of the C.I.A and he informs me that I am the new president of the United States!

-I got bored writing, this is terrible

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