Read The Kid Who Became President for Free Online

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    â€œIt comes out next month,” I informed him. “I saw the preview on TMZ. ”
    â€œI’ll see if I can track it down, sir,” Honeywell said, and he went trotting off. I was beginning to appreciate the power of the presidency.
    With Honeywell out of the way for a while, my classmates started getting goofy. Things started to get out of control. Lucas Weiner and Elliot Liebling had a skateboard race around the East Room, knocking over Woodrow Wilson’s candlesticks. Julian Lautzenheiser and Jack Irvin went up on the roof of the White House and dropped water balloons on the Secret Service agents stationed outside. Kirsten Petro dumped pepper into a bag of Cheez Doodles and we had my food taster eat them to make sure they weren’t poisoned. Somebody scribbled MILLARD FILLMORE WAS A DORK with a bar of soap on a bathroom mirror.
    When Honeywell came back and saw what was going on, he looked a little frazzled, but he didn’t yell at us or anything. I don’t think he was allowed to. He politely whispered to me that perhaps my friends could burn off some of their extra energy if they went for a swim. It sounded like a great idea.
    There’s an underground tunnel that leads from the White House to a big pool not far from the Oval Office. It was freezing outside, but the pool was heated and most of the kids couldn’t resist jumping in.
    Agent Doe stood at the side of the pool, keeping an eye on things, I guess to make sure none of the kids tried to dunk me or anything.
    â€œCome on in, Agent Doe,” I called. “The water’s fine!”
    â€œNo thank you, sir,” he replied.
    â€œHey, Mr. Secret Service Man,” Jacob Beerbower called, “can I shoot your gun?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œHey, Moon!” Ian Dabrowka shouted. “Why don’t you put on your bulletproof underwear and we’ll take turns shooting you in the butt?”
    â€œNot a good idea,” Agent Doe said seriously. I had made the mistake of telling my classmates about the underwear.
    â€œHey, if one of us attacked Moon,” asked Hilary Hunt, “would you kill us?”
    â€œNo, I would just render you unconscious.”
    â€œCan you do that to our teacher?” asked Marissa Cook.
    We were all having a great time. Even Agent Doe seemed to enjoy the wisecracks.
    I didn’t notice that a bunch of the boys had climbed out of the pool and snuck around behind Agent Doe. He didn’t notice, either, because he was watching me. It wasn’t until they were running toward him that I saw them out the corner of my eye.
    â€œNo!” I screamed. “Don’t!”
    It was too late. The boys rammed into him at full speed and Agent Doe toppled over. He hit the water like a bomb. I actually felt the water level in the pool go up a little because his body took up so much space.
    Everybody thought it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen. I did, too, until I noticed that Agent Doe was flailing his arms around and struggling to keep his head above water.
    â€œHe can’t swim!” I shouted.
    â€œSomebody rescue him!” Katie O’Banion yelled.
    â€œI can’t rescue him,” hollered Kate Winstead. “He’s too big!”
    â€œWe can’t just leave him there!” screamed Tennyson Martin. “He’ll drown!”
    Agent Doe was going underwater for the second time. While everybody stood around arguing, I swam over to him and grabbed him around the neck. It was hard to do, because his neck was about as thick as my waist. But I had taken a lifesaving course at summer camp one year, and I knew the basics of how to handle somebody who was drowning.
    I got Agent Doe’s head out of the water and slowly began pulling him to the shallow end of the pool. It was like dragging a whale ashore.
    It took six of us to haul him out of the water and lay him down on the concrete. He was gasping for air and his walkie-talkie was