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Informationen zum Autor Julia DeVillers Klappentext Liberty Porter has become accustomed to living at the White House since her dad was elected president two months earlier! and she wants to be the best representative she can be for the kids of America! but she starts to worry on her first trip overseas that a mistake on her part could cause a diplomatic disaster. Chapter 1 I F YOUR FATHER HAS BEEN PRESIDENT OF THE United States of America for two whole months and you’ve been First Daughter and super-secret assistant to the president for the same amount of time, there are a few things you should know: You get to go to cool places in your own neighborhood. Like museums that have dinosaurs, your mom’s dress from Inauguration Day, and George Washington’s false teeth. You don’t have to give your teeth to the museum, even if a bossy girl at school tries to make you think you do. (Whew!) You have a great huge room to throw a party where even Chief of Staff Miss Crum will dance like a crazy person. You don’t get to have the White House staff clean up after your party. You have to clean up even the gajillion rainbow sprinkles that spilled. Your Secret Service Agent will secretly help you sweep up the tricky sprinkles under the couch. Liberty loved living in the White House. It was the house where every single president except for George Washington lived. A house where other First Kids had lived for more than two hundred years. A house where more than one million tourists came through in a year! More than one million! Including kajillions of kids. Liberty thought that would mean she would have kajillions of playdates. But that wasn’t how it worked. She couldn’t just walk down and invite people to come upstairs to her room and play. She had tried that on her first day in the White House. She wasn’t allowed to do that anymore. She had to make special plans for people to come over. And she had no plans for today. That meant Liberty was lonely. Liberty knew she was lucky she lived in the White House. The White House had its own movie theater! Its own bowling alley! Its own playground! But it would be nice to be able to share them with somebody today. Liberty had met some new friends at school, but today there was no school. Liberty’s teacher, Mr. Santo, had asked the class what they were going to do for the holiday weekend. Some people were going to the ocean. Some were going to visit their grandparents. Someone was going camping. Everyone was going somewhere . Everyone except Liberty. Then suddenly someone did come into her room. Franklin! Liberty’s dog was back from his morning walk. “Good boy,” Liberty said, kneeling down to scritch Franklin behind the ears. “You came to play with me!” Liberty picked up Franklin’s favorite squeaky ball. She squeezed it in front of his nose and then tossed it. Franklin looked at the ball. Then he yawned. Then he went over to his bed and circled it a few times. Then he plopped down on it and fell asleep. “Wait, no,” Liberty said. “Wake up and play! Look, your favorite tugging toy!” Liberty waved his toy in front of his nose. Franklin just lay there and snored. Usually Franklin loved to play fetch. But apparently, all he wanted to do now was play dead. “Franklin,” Liberty tried again. “Wake up! You’re not nocturnal like Roosevelt and Suzy.” Roosevelt and Suzy were her sugar gliders. They were only awake at night. So Liberty couldn’t play with them now either. Boooooooring. She needed ideas for something to do. Liberty looked at a poster on her wall. It was one of the posters her father used when he was running for president. PORTER: A MAN WITH ID...
