"Are you leaving already?" Mr Sinclair asks.
"Yes," I say, noticing he's standing way too close. I back away slightly, hoping it's not too obvious.
"Are you interested in politics? Because I'm giving a speech shortly to talk about the campaign. Maybe you'd like to stick around?"
"Um, no. I need to go. But good luck with everything."
"Perhaps you could ask your parents to vote for me. You said you're from Iowa right?"
"Yes, I'll tell them," I lie.
He looks at me, not saying anything. It creeps me out. I wonder if he's some weird p*****t who likes teen girls.
"Royce, there you are." A thin woman with overdone makeup and hair walks up to him. "Your speech is in a few minutes. You should really get in there." She notices me and puts her hand out. "I don't think we've met. I'm Victoria S
