Donald Trump woke up with a start to the obnoxious, wailing sound of his alarm clock. He groaned, eyes still closed and not moving an inch. After about five minutes of that irritating fucking ringing, he slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes. ''Shit..'' He groaned. 5 AM. The sun was hardly even up, he was exhausted, and it was the first day of his new shitty uptight private school that his jackass of a father was sending him to. Sighing, he reluctantly made his way out of bed, drowsily shuffling towards the nearby bathroom. When he made it inside the bathroom, he closed the door and pushing aside the curtain to the shower, turning it's knobs with a squeak and the roar of water rushing. Still exhausted, he began stripping, and made his way into the shower to bathe himself. After about fifteen minutes of bathing, brushing his teeth, and a quick wank slipped into the lot, Donald stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, and left the bathroom. As he made his way through the hall back towards his bedroom, he heard a voice. ''Donnie, dear?'' It was his mother, Mary. ''It's breakfast time soon.'' She said, sounding sad, or even somewhat disappointed. Donald sighed. ''Yes, mother. I'll be down in a minute.'' His mother nodded, and he continued back towards his room. When he arrived, he didn't bother putting on clothes yet, instead sitting on the foot of his bed and burying his face in his hands, eyes shut tight. ''Fuck...''
Donald reluctantly made his way downstairs towards the dining room, now fully clothed with his newly purchased school uniform consisting of a white dress shirt, a navy blue and white striped tie, black leather loafers, black knee-length shorts, as well as an ugly, itchy, black blazer with the school's logo embroidered on the breast. 'I look uptight as shit,' He couldn't help but think to himself. In the dining room sat his mother and father, digging into their breakfast of what seemed to consist of bacon and eggs, judging from the smell wafting in the air. Donald sat down without a word, ignoring his father's cold stares directed towards him. He wasn't paying much attention, because apparently Remy, their personal chef, was standing beside him, setting down a plate of food in front of him. Donald was right, eggs and bacon. He mouthed a thank you to Remy and began to eat, the room devoid of sound asides from the scraping of forks and knives against the dishes as he hurriedly ate. Once he was finished, he quickly got up, and said a quick goodbye to his parents. His mother wished him a good-luck, and his father didn't give so much as a 'goodbye'. What a fucking asshole.
YOU ARE READING
🖤Dark Thorns and Broken Hearts 🥀(TrumpXObama-HS AU)🖤
RomantizmDonald's the new kid at the private Clear Creek High, born and raised into a strictly Christian family, transferred from his previous private school for unknown reasons. Obama's the bad boy emo, with a dark past and a troubled family. Will these boy...
