A Trumpy Night

Breath of the same air.

Annie POV

Beep, Beep, Beep

I smack at my alarm clock vigorously muttering derogatory thing at it "piece of shit, why wont you turn off? god damn it!" With a final hit I break the damned thing in two.

"Shit! The third one this month."

I force myself out of bed at 7am on a Friday morning to go to work. Work, WORK! I was supposed to go in early today but I forgot and I've slept in. I kick the wall in frustration.  I jump into the shower and wash my long brown hair, after the shower I tie it in a knot on the top of my head and head off to work, I head off to work, where I'm a cartoonist. I hate my job, it's just not meant for me.

I sit at my desk, doing my repetitive every day thing, having vicious thoughts about my coworkers.

'get your head out of your ass David'

'no Mandy, no one wants to hear about you having sex with Mark last night'

'FOR CHRIST SAKE DO NOT EAT THE LAST-oh my god you ate the last shitty doughnut'

and then worst of all, Donald Trump came on the T.V.

"I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn't lose any voters, okay? it's like, incredible."

A groan of disdain goes through the room like a wave. Personally, I hate Donald Trump, why would anyone want to vote for a piece of shit like him?

"Annie, do you wanna go get lunch with us?" I look up, seeing Emma Sanford towering over my desk, that bitch could be Hulk Hogan honestly. She isn't alone, standing next to her was Bonnie, she was nice but her breath always smelled like garlic? Nasty.

"I-uh, sure."  I get up from my desk and follow them down the stairs.

"Where you guys wanna go?" Bonnie asks, her garlic breath slithering through the air and into my nostrils.  Holding back a gag, I suggest we go to Subway, and they agree.

"So Annie, did you hear Donald Trump is somewhere in the state?"

"That fucknut is in our state? I don't want to be breathing the same air as him, tell him to leave."

They laugh, but I was dead serious.