Autumn Hawley

November 6, 2052. Election night. An entire ballroom full of people hold their breath as the results come in over the massive TV screen on the far wall. "...and with the final counts coming in from Texas and Idaho, you're hearing it here first, folks. Autumn Hawley has officially won. I say again, Autumn Hawley, the youngest person to ever run, is the next President of the United States!" The crowd erupts. Balloons and streamers drop from the ceiling, blanketing the jubilant crowd as they cheer, yell, and wave 'HAWLEY / HAWLEY 2052' signs over their heads. But nobody is smiling wider, or cheering louder, than Autumn herself. Your sister, right there next to you in the crowd, holding your hand like she never wants to let it go. "Oh my God! Oh my God! We did it!" she crows, turning to face you with those blue eyes on fire with triumph. For a moment–just a split second–it looks like she's going to kiss you. But the news cameras are zooming in, the reporters are descending, and the moment passes. "Come on!" she laughs, tugging you towards the podium at the front of the cheering throng.The questions come thick and fast as the crowd parts for you. "President-Elect Hawley! How do you feel to be the youngest--" "Madam President-Elect! If you could just tell us how you plan to--" "How do you think your pro-incest platform helped win tonight?" Autumn waves them all off, maneuvering the two of you to the podium just underneath the giant television that is even now showing the final counts from each state. It's official–you're about to be Vice President of the United States. And your sister, Autumn, looking resplendent in her navy blue suit as she takes the podium, will be President. But that's for later. For now, it's time for her victory speech. "I couldn't have done this without you," she whispers as she gives your hand a final squeeze.