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Insignificant—nobody.

I’m only one person—just one person in the North States of America. I’m one in the nine billion that inhabit this world. People tell me that one of the reasons I received so many votes is because I never think I’m more important than another citizen of the N.S.A.

I know others don’t have the same opinion. They say I’m the most important person of the free world, that, as the president of the N.S.A., I’m not just one person—I have power. I’m not naïve—I know that I have control over a lot. But I also know that what makes up a good leader is knowing what her people think, and my paradigm of all equality defines me the most when I’m facing a choice as the President. I didn’t wake up one day and suddenly that was how I viewed the world, though. A lot of it was my childhood.

I was born into a military family, my father moving from base to base and my mother and I going with him. Year after year, I entered a different school, condemned to be the “new girl” forever. It hurt me every time I left, leaving a broken heart in my wake. My friends would cry, and I would cry too—so when I was 9 years old, I resolved to never make friends again. We were moving from Phoenix, Arizona, and my best friend was a disabled girl named Mary. She could not walk—the reason, I cannot remember—and the day we left, she cried like the world was ending. Thinking back on it, I guess her world was ending. I was the only one who was nice to her and understood what it felt like to be the outcast, and I abandoned her. It was the look on her face when I saw her for the last time that drove me to make the choice to always stay on the sidelines, simply an observer—never hurting anyone again.

But as I became less involved with society, I began to realize that at every school there are the popular students, and the outcasts. There was always someone that was hurting inside, and always someone who drowned their insecurities in alcohol. All these stories, similar, but unique in their own ways—it was then that I realized how small I was. How I would be forgotten, me, never staying in one place for more than a year.

Suddenly, I hated that feeling. I wanted to do something that would resonate through the world and live forever in the history books and legends. I wanted to people to never feel like that, like they were unimportant.

So here I am, President of the North States of America, fulfilling my dreams as the first female President of what was the United States, but there is one thing that still nagged at me: the North States of America and the United States Republic, our southern counterpart, remain separated and at a second Cold War, and I am determined to fix it.

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“WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE FREE, REMEMBER?” A man in a red shirt waves his poster in the air, almost tripping on a fallen sign.

 “WHAT HAPPENED TO DEMOCRACY?!” A little girl in a pink dress stares directly at the camera, and seems to see straight through me, her mother shouting along with the others.

These are the types of things I see in a countrywide protest against my decision to finalize our reunion with Premier David Anderson of the U.S.R. They jump out at me on the television screen, and for a second, I’m just a regular citizen again, watching the news, probably working as an accountant or something. I look at the riot with indifference, perhaps agreeing, perhaps disagreeing, but really, I’m not going to worry all that much about it, because it’s the president’s job to solve these problems, not mine. Suddenly, I feel a wave of nostalgia—I have all this pressure mounting up on me, and I almost, almost, wished I wasn’t the President of the N.S.A. But no—I regret nothing. I shall achieve what I set out to do. I will not give up.

Then, it hit me—this is how the people can get my attention. It’s already worked—they gather in large groups and yell and shout. One person’s ideas can be heard only if many agree. This is how I shall do it.

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“People of the North States of America!” All is quiet. They stare at me—the people from the riot. They glare at me, as if daring me to regret my decision, so they can contradict me. But I shall not back down. Because I am the President of the N.S.A., and I shall not be ignored, when finally my ideas can be heard.

“As you know, I have decided that the N.S.A. has gone too long separated with its sister country. I plan meeting with Premier Anderson later today.” I see the people ready to shout and heft their signs once more, and I raised my hand up. Amazing what power one has when the people respect you. “I know that most of the population of the N.S.A. does not favor the reunion. Do not think that I am ignorant. I can hear you.

“But we need our southern counterpart in order to go on! Think back, those who can, and remember what our countries were originally named, when we were one! We were called the United States of America, and that country was powerful, that country was free—but that country is not this one; and that country is what we strive for now—the country that thrived in prosperity and riches, where everyone always felt safe in their homes. Isn’t that what you want?” I hear silence. “Answer me! You are just as entitled to speak as I am! You are the citizens of the N.S.A., just as I am! Communication is often the most important aspect of a good leader-follower relationship. I need to know what you want!” Still, no one answers.

“Are you afraid? Are you afraid that we will become the Soviet Union, which has long gone? Don’t think I didn’t see those signs earlier. I clearly remember one that stated ‘WE ARE GOING SOVIET!’ Is that what you think? Because we are not. We shall never in our existence, ever become the failure that was the Soviet Union. Communism, as defined by the U.S.S.R., is not the right way to go. But then—what is?” I took a deep breath.

“Peace. We cannot go on with this war with the U.S.R. Relations are tense, but Premier Anderson and I have made it our goal to come back together as one country. Yes, the U.S.R. is a Communist state.  I know that it doesn’t seem like a good idea, after the Soviet Union—but as I told you before, we will work this out. I shall not oppress you. You are, after all, my people. And total government control over the economy has proven not to work very well—but a mixed economy, partial government control and with some individual say, has gone pretty well, by the likes of China.

“I know that China has taken away many things from its people. And I also know that you don’t want that. But you see, that’s what Premier Anderson and I are doing. We’re making sure that you get what you want, and the citizens of the U.S.R. also. We have already discussed it generally, Premier Anderson and I—the reformed United States of America will be part Communist, and part democracy:”—the people are going to be absolutely enraged, I can tell—“we will be a social democracy!” The crowd in front of me roared, but I could not discern if they liked my idea or not. Again, I lifted my hand towards the people, and they quieted.

“But—there is one thing we must do before this can happen.” I can feel the tension in the air. They are waiting for me, my people. “You must agree.”

Everything is silent. Even in the largest city in the country, all is still. I can even hear the birds chirping, a feat usually impossible with all the beeping cars and rushing people. All of New York City is in front of me.

“This isn’t about me—no, this is about us. We the people. Don’t you understand? I can’t do this without you. I can’t take action in any of the ideas that I have! Theoretically, Karl Marx got it right—we are all equals, and every single one of us must have a say in this. Because who is living in this country? You. Not only me—but you.” I jab my finger at the people.

“Don’t you see? I don’t care about me, like the fools from the Soviet Union! I wasn’t born into a rich family. Twenty years ago, I was just like you! And right now, I want the best for you! But the only way we can get what we want, is if we do this together, as one. Remember the United States of America? That country was a formidable force to be reckoned with. Nobody dared to attack them—because every citizen had a part in the country! They came together, and their country became one of the best! Don’t you want that?” I pause. “Don’t you?” Still, the silence prevails.

And then, a woman raises her bullhorn, leftover from the protest. “YES, WE DO!” Her eyes gleam in the sun.

And the crowd shouts back: “YES, WE DO!” in unison, and it nearly brings me to tears—my people, together. My people, not fighting amongst themselves. My people, cheering for me.

“Then let us come together! Let us bring this peace to our midst! Because together—we can!” All around me, people clap—they clap and cheer and smile, and they are happy. They are happy because I have given them what they have yearned for: hope. Hope to get us out of this black hole that has trapped all emotion for such a long time. Yes, we must hope, because together, we can.

Yeah. It's long. 1,713 words, to be exact. Hope you liked it. :) 

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