Joe sighed as he got out of bed. Another day of having the most important job in America - the president.
He read the news as he sipped his melted ice cream, and he noticed a familiar face.
"Donald Trump Picks a Vice President"
Joe gripped his cup a little harder, staring daggers into the photo of his once beloved Donald. He took a few deep breaths, and got on with his day.
For some reason, he couldn't focus. He kept thinking of Trump and his fancy new vice president. "I was a vice president, why not me?" He thought, a single tear rolling down his leathery cheek. He slammed his fists on his desk and stormed out, and cried in his bed until the next morning.
