<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/anime-7-1-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Zeke Jordan<br/>17(turning 18 in two days)<br/>American President For Life's Son<br/><br/>Zeke Jordans was a young male of seventeen. He had not yet reached his eighteenth birthday. It was just a couple of days away. He couldnâ€™t wait. And then his father had summoned him. He was a wild child. A bad boy. Yet he was gentle hearted. He had a soft spot for children. And more overâ€¦he loved to play the keyboard. He couldnâ€™t sing yet he could write up the most beautiful songs. It and dancing. They were his secret passions. His secret skills that his dad did not and would not ever approve of.<br/><br/>When he snapped out of his thoughts as he entered his fathers HUGE office. The American government had gone through so many â€œbadâ€ presidentsâ€¦they decided to try something new. So it was a nationwide vote for a President For Life instead of a four year term. Nowâ€¦five days before his birthdayâ€¦he was the most valuable teen in the United States Of America. And it totally sucked!!! He now couldnâ€™t go anywhere without a damn posse! And it wasnâ€™t the cool type of posse either!<br/><br/>He sighs. And stares at the secret service men that followed him like a gang of hired stalkers. He growls and having a long, less than friendly, â€œdiscussionâ€ with his fatherâ€¦finally won. He was outta here! No posse just his personal bodyguard. That couldnâ€™t be too badâ€¦right? Wrong! Guy had less personality than a stiff. In fact he would have better luck holding a conversation with a stiff. And showed no emotions. He could have gotten more emotions out of a brick wall. Damn!<br/><br/>He sighs. Waking the next morning. â€œAhâ€¦Sicily. Iâ€™ve always wanted to come here.â€ he says. Showering in a steaming hot water shower. Drying off his long hair. Dressing and heading out of his room. Everything but showering and dressing had his bodyguard nearby. Then out into the main city of Sicily! Oh yeah! â€œCan you say something?â€ he asks an hour later. â€œHello? Are you even alive in there?â€ he sighs. Stuffing his hands in his jackets pockets.<br/><br/>â€œGah! I wish I hadnâ€™t come out this way. Now I am even FURTHER from my friends than before.â€ he sighs. â€œWhy did my old man want to become President anyways? All it did was uproot me from my friends. At least the friends I knew werenâ€™t wanting me to be their friends due to who I was.â€ he mutters a bit loudly. Bodyguard walking silently. The DEAD would be more non robotic and have more emotions plus make more noise.<br/><br/>Just as he walked he hears something. *BANG* And looks around. Thinking he was shot. He turns to talk to his bodyguard when he sees the man holding his hand to his chest. He pulled it awayâ€¦and blood. ****! Someone just shot and killed his bodyguards. He hears feet on the pavement. Feet running towards him Yet he stood there numb. Staring in horror and disbelief at the pool of blood forming from his now dead bodyguard.