Triden: A New Era (Trump and Biden)

Swimming

Me and my Trump are going swimming. I heard it was really fun. The last time I swam was in my senior year, when I was on the swim team. We both got matching swim suits; they are blue with pink flamingos on them. Maybe I can try to get a tan, and we'll see what happens. Trump felt insecure about his body, so I comforted him. We hop in the limo and get driven to the public pool. As soon as we walked in, they didn't charge us because of our high status.

I swam like a fish—well, not an alive one, more like a dead one. I can't swim. Trump swam like an adult fish; he swam so smoothly and quickly. I wish I could swim like him; he tried to teach me, but I almost drowned. I was done swimming so I could get a nice tan for the summer. While I was tanning, Trump dived in the pool, which got us kicked out because diving wasn't allowed.

We bought an inflatable pool, and we just chilled in it because it was too small. Trump wanted to show that he was swimming, but he couldn't because it was so small. He dove in, and the pool popped and went flying with me in it. Luckily, I am fine, but hey, it was so fun today, the best day of my life.