Rush Revere and the Presidency, page 1
Chloe B., visiting Fort McHenry after reading the book series. See more at www.RushRevere.com.
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This book is dedicated to our beloved nieces and nephews. You and all young Americans are the future of our country. Through you, the fundamental values of our nation will live on.
Harmony H., a fan of the book series, with her friend Liberty.
Foreword
The first book in this series, Rush Revere and the Brave Pilgrims, was published three years ago. In that time, we have heard from hundreds of thousands of incredible young patriots, like you, from across our great country, who have a newfound love of American history and reading. It is simply heartwarming and wonderful to see. We know that you are our future, and through you, the vision of our country started by amazing Americans like George Washington will be protected.
One of the greatest parts of living in the United States and being an American is the right to vote. In many countries around the world, people do not have this right, and thus cannot participate in government. They have no voice and no say in the decisions being made for them.
The United States of America was founded by exceptional Americans who believed our country should be run by the people, for the people. At the time, this was an entirely new concept. An unelected king or queen who controlled the people and made all decisions ruled most other lands.
The American system of government, including the presidential election process, was an experiment. Amazingly, many of the traditions from the very first presidency are the same today, more than two hundred and forty years later. Others have evolved and developed over time.
Our presidential election process allows Americans to vote for the person they think will be the best leader to carry on the goals and ideals that they personally care about. Every four years, there is an opportunity to vote for a new president or vote to keep the same president in office for a second term.
Leading up to the national election in November, the presidential candidates race around the country, campaigning and getting the word out about why they are running for president. It is our job, as the people, to be fully informed about the candidates and their plans for the country so we can make the best decision.
You may have heard your parents, grandparents, teachers, or friends sitting around the kitchen table, in local diners and restaurants, or across the miles by phone or email talking about their opinions of the candidates. Are they the best leader? Are they saying what I believe in? Do I trust and like them? These conversations can get a little rough sometimes. But because of the importance of what is at stake, they are a fundamental part of being a free American, regardless of whether you agree with the point of view or not.
It is time now to saddle up and rush, rush, rush to the next adventure back in time! Get ready to meet some of the most exceptional leaders our country has ever known. . . .
Chapter 1
Sunlight bounced in streaks off the windows of Manchester Middle School as a painter painted the edge of a windowpane. I rode on top of Liberty while he trotted like a proud Spanish stallion through the schoolyard. A gust of wind nearly robbed me of my tricorn hat as a leaf fell from a large oak tree, signaling the end of summer and the start of the new school year.
“Being back at school always feels like coming home,” I said to Liberty. “I can’t wait to see the time-traveling crew.” I dismounted on the sidewalk and happily wiggled my toes inside my tall leather boots.
“I’m sure your students will be excited, too,” said Liberty. “I mean, you’re practically famous in these parts. You’re like the coolest, the most awesome, the most superfun history teacher in the history of, well, history.”
I looked at Liberty, suspicious about all of the compliments.
“Um, and on a side note, my stomach is growling, I can hear it. Hello, stomach, yes, I will get you something soon, my little friend. Hey, Revere, how about some snackies?”
I laughed and patted my best friend on his broad brown nose. I knew he was up to something. “Didn’t you just have a bucket of oats before we came over?” I asked.
Liberty raised his eyebrows and nodded. His stomach didn’t have an off button. Snacks were on his mind 24/7.
Liberty was one of a kind. Even though we’d been friends for some time now, I still marveled at how special he was. A horse who could talk and time-travel—he was truly incredible. When that lightning bolt sent him from the eighteenth century to the twenty-first century, it also gave him a number of extraordinary powers.
“Be sure to stay right here,” I urged, pointing to a shady oak tree near the basketball courts. “I shouldn’t be long. You remember our good friend Cam, right? His mom texted me saying he had something to ask me and wondered if I would meet him at school today.”
“Cam? I love Cam!” Liberty yelled. “He was a member of the time-traveling crew when you were substitute teaching here at Manchester.”
“Shh,” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Not so loud. You’re supposed to be a normal horse, remember? No talking.”
“Gotcha, Captain,” said Liberty, softly. “On the case. Normal is my middle name. Captain Normal, Sir Normal-Lot, King Normal of Normalville.”
I just looked at Liberty, and shook my head smiling. “Are you finished?” I asked. Spending time with Liberty was like the arcade game Whac-A-Mole. You never knew when or where his ideas would pop up.
Liberty squinted and nodded distractedly, looking around. “So you say you’ll be back shortly, like in ten or fifteen minutes?”
I knew what he was asking. Liberty got bored very easily, so leaving him alone for any period of time was always a risk. I took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, I will return very soon and I need you to be here when I do. And, no, you can’t follow me into the school. I know you will be tempted to camouflage yourself and turn invisible to the naked eye, but this time I need you to stay put, understand?”
“Sure thing, no problemo, yes, sir!” he replied, standing up straight. Liberty looked convincing, but I wasn’t so sure.
“Good, thank you,” I said, and started to walk toward the entrance of the school. Then, remembering Liberty’s tendency to wander away in search of food, I turned around and said, “And if you are still here when I return, I’ll have a treat for you.”
“I like the way you think, Revere. What are you waiting for? Chop-chop. The sooner you get back the sooner I eat. Have fun storming the castle. See you soon.” Liberty looked up into the tree as if hoping some apples would appear.
I continued walking toward the main entrance. After a few steps, I looked back to see Liberty mouthing a list of possible snacks. “Carrots, apples, peppermints . . . um, did I say carrots?”
Laughing to myself, I walked up the steps and pushed open the double doors. Students hurried past me, bags over their shoulders and books tucked under their arms. “Hey, are you supposed to be Uncle Sam?” asked one of the middle school students. “Or maybe you’re Colonel Sanders. Can I get a bucket of chicken?”
“No, that’s Benjamin Franklin without the glasses,” another replied, laughing.
Rude, I thought. But I guess I couldn’t really blame them. It’s not every day that a guy dressed in a blue colonial coat, britches, and shiny boots appears at your school. I looked like a model straight out of a colonial magazine.
“Ahoy, good morning!” I exclaimed, smiling widely. I continued to walk down the hallway as the students giggled and jogged away, backpacks slipping from their shoulders. I did not have time to explain that I wore the colonial gear to better teach history to my students.
On the wall was a map of the world that had been tagged with different-colored markers. Flags representing each of the countries were pinned nearby. This was new since my last visit to Manchester Middle. I was so distracted admiring the wall map that I almost collided with Principal Sherman. He seemed to take up the whole hallway.
“Good morning, Mr. Revere, how are you?” Principal Sherman asked, placing two hands on his hips and looking intently at me. “It’s good to see you, but I don’t think we need a substitute history teacher today.”
Principal Sherman wore a long-sleeved button-down shirt, rolled up, with dress pants and shiny black shoes. His hair was neatly cropped and parted formally to one side. His face was fixed in a tough, almost angry expression.
“Good morning, Principal. I am well, thank you. Actually, I am here to see my former student Cam. His mother sent me a text message last night and asked if I could meet him before class.”
“Indeed, Mr. Revere, you are always welcome here at Manchester Middle,” Principal Sherman said, relaxing his facial expression. He dropped one hand to his side and shuffled a student to class. “I know you are very helpful to Cam when his father is deployed overseas with the military.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said. He nodded and left, hurrying down the hall and calling after a running student.
My eyes followed Principal Sherman, and I saw framed pictures of teachers and trophies hanging behind glass. A flyer announcing tryouts for the school musical, football game, and upcomin
g school pep rally were also posted. The chatter and laughter of students could be heard all around.
As I approached the main hallway, I saw one of my former students, Tommy. He had his back to me, but I instantly recognized his blond hair and football jersey. Freedom, another former history student, stood beside him dressed in light blue jeans and a purple sweatshirt. She tapped Tommy on the shoulder and quickly moved to the other side. When Tommy turned to see who had tapped him, she broke out laughing. Tommy smiled.
Finally, I saw Cam walking down the hallway toward the group of students that included Tommy and Freedom. He high-fived everyone in the group. His smile felt contagious. He looked like Tommy’s twin, but with a darker complexion and curlier brown hair. He was wearing a T-shirt with a Marine Corps logo and jeans.
It was fun to see the time-traveling crew—Tommy, Freedom, and Cam—together again. When I filled in as the substitute history teacher for Mrs. Borrington, our small crew had some amazing experiences together. Using Liberty’s time-travel ability we did so much, including visiting the Pilgrims on the Mayflower, walking through the streets of Boston in the 1770s, and joining Paul Revere’s Ride. Thinking back on these adventures, I noticed Cam looked happy despite his father being away with the military. So, I was eager to find out what he wanted to ask me about.
Cam nudged Tommy, who picked up a blue backpack off the floor and put his arms through the straps. Tommy nodded to Freedom, and the three friends left the other students and started walking down the hallway. I casually slipped in behind them. I had expected them to notice me, but they just kept walking and talking.
“Did you say president, Cam?” Tommy asked, pausing. “You want to be student body president? Dude, I mean, that is really cool and all, but a ton of work. Aren’t you going to be busy enough as the school mascot?”
“Yeah, you’re gonna be awesome as the Manchester Lion,” said Freedom.
“I am pretty excited about it,” Cam said. “And I do like the attention. I even had this seventh grader ask for my autograph. So I figured since I’m basically the Lion King, I might as well be president, too.” He smiled wide and put an arm around each of his friend’s shoulders.
Tommy pointed to a poster of Uncle Sam thumbtacked to the wall near a set of lockers. The historical character was pointing straight ahead and below his face were big, bold letters that read I WANT YOU FOR STUDENT BODY PRESIDENT—VISIT PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE. Tommy chuckled and said, “Sounds like you took Uncle Sam seriously.”
“I think ‘President Cam’ has a nice ring to it, don’t you?” Cam said. “If you’re lucky, you may be able to live in my White House. I’m just saying.” When Cam turned to look at each of his friends I could tell he was grinning from ear to ear.
I was about to surprise the time-traveling crew and make my presence known, when I glimpsed someone coming in our direction. It was a blond-haired girl with a light blue sweater and matching bow in her hair—Elizabeth, the principal’s daughter. I ducked and darted into an adjoining hallway and put my back against another set of lockers. A few students looked at me with awkward glances, but I was pretty sure Elizabeth hadn’t seen me. She had time-traveled with us the previous school year and tried to change history. Then she attempted to reveal Liberty’s secret to her father. Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly eager to see her.
I peeked around the lockers just as Elizabeth parted the sea of students in front of Cam, Tommy, and Freedom. Three other girls, who looked like her mirror images, followed behind like ducks.
“If it isn’t the geek squad,” Elizabeth said. “Well, not you, Thomas. Don’t forget, I’m saving you a seat right next to me in science class.” She gave an eye flutter, then changed to a serious expression as she turned to Cam. “Let me guess, you’re planning a nerd convention.”
“Actually, Elizabeth,” Freedom responded, “Cam is thinking about running for student body president.”
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Can you believe this, girls? I mean, president? Get real.”
I had not seen Elizabeth in a while and had forgotten how obnoxious she could be.
“Great to see you, too, Eliza-brat,” Cam replied.
“Cam, maybe you could be president of Dorks-’R’-Us but no way are you cool enough to be president of Manchester Middle,” she said. “Just because you get to wear a stinky lion costume doesn’t mean you’re outta Loserville.”
“Whatever,” Cam replied, rolling his eyes.
Elizabeth and her gaggle scurried off, giggling all the way down the hall.
I turned the other way as she passed, then returned to following the crew.
“Do not listen to anything she says,” Tommy told Cam.
“Yeah,” said Freedom. “Don’t let Elizabeth get into your head. Next time she comes around I’m going to throw a bucket of water on her and watch her melt.”
“Whoa, Freedom,” said Cam. “Maybe I could hire you as part of my presidential security. I need a bodyguard like you.”
Freedom smiled and flexed her muscles.
Tommy gave Cam a fist bump. “I gotta go. The bell’s going to ring soon, and I still have to get something out of my locker.”
“Me, too,” Freedom said, and waved goodbye.
Cam was finally alone for a second so I walked over and said brightly, “Hi, Cam!”
“Oh hi, Mr. Revere,” Cam responded, happily. “You’re lucky. You just missed Elizabeth. I’m telling you she’s something else; she totally drives me nuts.” He shook his head.
“Oh, no, I’m sorry I missed her,” I said, holding back the sarcasm. “So how are you doing? How is your mom?” I asked. “How is your father doing? I’m sure you’ll need to get to class soon, but your mom said you wanted to talk to me about something?” Students kept passing in the hallway, looking at my colonial attire with amusement. “Are you okay?”
“That’s like twenty questions, Mr. Revere,” said Cam, laughing. “So, I was just talking to Tommy and Freedom. The thing is, I want to run for student body president.” He pointed at the Uncle Sam poster on the wall. “I mean, I’d be really popular and everyone would have to listen to my ideas. I could make every Friday ice cream day or something. It would be really cool.”
“Wow, that is super,” I said. “ ‘President Cam.’ I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah, and I would love to tell Elizabeth and her crew ‘No more cheerleading.’ ”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Okay, I wouldn’t really do that, but it’s tempting,” Cam said.
“This is a great time to be running for school president,” I said, “as we have a national presidential election going on right now.” My teacher’s mind was going full steam.
“Oh yeah,” Cam said. “My dad watches all that president stuff. Whenever he calls me he asks who I would vote for if I were old enough. He says when I am eighteen years old, I’ll be old enough to vote for the next president of the United States. That will be cool. I get half of what he’s talking about and it’s pretty interesting and fun, I guess. Anyway, I can’t really ask him right now, so that’s where you come in, Mr. Revere.”
“Thank you for the vote of confidence,” I replied, smiling. “I’m with your dad. I watch all of the presidential election stuff, too.”
Cam added, “So the only problem is I don’t have the first clue about how to run for student body president.”
“Well, it’s been a long time since I was in middle school, so I don’t remember much about student elections myself. I’ll need to do some quick studying. But I do know a few things: you need solid ideas, then you need to convince other students to vote for you. And, of course, if you get the most votes, you win. The national election is a little more complicated, but we can talk about that later.”
“How hard can that be?” Cam asked. “I mean, I already have great ideas. So it should be pretty easy to get votes and win, right? Piece of cake.” He laughed. Cam had a smile that could brighten any room. He almost had me convinced that winning the election would be easy.
