{3 Years Ago, after Ashe and the Helicopter incident} {Ashe's POV}
It was exhilarating. After 2 weeks of solitude inside the juvenile prison, on a Monday morning, call came for me. My days were bleak as it was boring and I simply lifted my head from the cell wall and looked up at the lady in the uniform. Her eyes were blank…just like everyone in this cell. I pitied the guards…they were locked up here too in a way. And they didn't even do anything wrong.
"You are needed at the White House immediately."
I was supposed to be surprised or at least a little moved. Which prisoner gets invited to the White House in the first month of their sentence? I just sighed and nodded. "Okay." The lady looked at me strange and I bet I knew what she was thinking right then…
'Did this girl's mother manage to sway the President or something?'
