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Elizabeth Jane Claremont-Diaz. Eliza to everyone.
Eliza is seventeen years old. Born September 22, 2004 to Ellen Claremont and Oscar Diaz. She came out with auburn red hair, emerald green eyes, and tan skin.
Her siblings, Alex and June were respectively five and seven years older than her, but they loved having a baby sister.
As Eliza sits at the edge of the dock of the house she used to call home in Texas she thinks about what her life could’ve been if her mom had never become President.
Everyone around Eliza seems to forget about her. She understands that everyone has lives.
Her mom is President of The United States of America. Her stepdad is First Gentleman. Her dad is a congressman.
Her brother and sister have become friends with royalty and become part of The Super Six and The White House Trio. Alex is with the bloody Prince of England.
She had caught Henry sneaking out of his room the night of the PM dinner and had barged into Alex’s room as he was in a daze. So he spilled that he and Henry had a thing going on.
But where does that leave Eliza? She doesn’t have friends at her school. Everyone either wants to get close to her so they can maybe see inside the White House or meet her mom. Or they pick on her because of who her family is.
Today is September 30, 2021. Eight days after her birthday. And everyone seems to have forgotten her already.
Everyone has been in Kansas City for a week working on her mother’s campaign. She couldn’t attend because she is apparently too young in her mothers eyes to attend something like that.
She understands everyone is busy. She grew up with busyness.
What she didn’t expect is to wake up on the morning of her seventeenth birthday to find the White House empty, except for the security details.
She checked her phone to see if anyone had texted her that morning and. Nothing. Not a single person had texted her wishing her happy birthday.
Social Media even was silent. Everyone in her family would get thousands of happy birthday wishes from random strangers. Yet those strangers had simply forgotten.
She looks at the texts from the following day. She likes to do that sometimes to see if she missed something, but nope. They all simply forgot.
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Operation Claremont
Eliza:
hey, when are y’all gonna be back??
( 8:53am )
hello??
( 12:45pm )
Lex🥍:
we won’t be back for another week
( 3:45pm )
Leo:
Have fun having the White House to yourself!
( 4:50pm )
Bug🐞:
If Alex had the White House to himself at your age he would have blown it up within a day of mom leaving.
( 5:53pm )
Lex🥍:
Heyyyy why are you always on my ass?? I didn’t blow anything up when I was 16. Nora was probably doing that.
( 5:56pm )
Nora:
HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!?!?
( 5:58pm )
Lex🥍:
WAIT!! WHAT!! I WAS JOKING!!
( 6:00pm )
Papi
Eliza:
hey dad are you coming to DC anytime soon?? I would love to see you!
( 6:00pm )
read 8:53pm
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That was two weeks ago. Not one call. Or text. Nothing. Not even an email.
She is always reaching out to everyone else. June and Alex have always had a closer bond with each other.
While they’re both in their twenties, she’s still a teenager who is going to be starting her senior year of high school in less than two weeks.
She’ll go back and keep her head down. Be at the top of her class just like her brother. She’ll hopefully be valedictorian like him.
She’s already applied to several schools. Her top schools include TCU, SDSU, and NYU. She knows that she’ll get into at least one of them. But just in case she has backups.
Now as Eliza sits on the dock. The very dock where she had spent so many summers with her siblings up until she was twelve. At the very house she hadn’t been to since she was twelve.
Once Nora came into the picture her siblings all but abandoned her. Going off to some party thrown by the neighbors. She was of little interest to them. So she stopped coming to the lake house.
Maybe that’s why her father wouldn’t answer any of her calls. Maybe it was her fault her parents got divorced. She was seven when they got divorced.
She remembers going to camp one day. Her father dropped her off not knowing that she wouldn’t see him again until June’s birthday.
Maybe if she hadn’t been so annoying her siblings would actually want to spend time with her.
Maybe if she had been louder they would have remembered her birthday.
Maybe if her mom and dad hadn’t gone to that party and stumbled into the hotel room drunk, she wouldn’t have been born.
Maybe…
Maybe…
Maybe…