Trumperica

A Small Loan of a Million Dollars

*Picture of Trump City*

Maddie's POV

After getting off the plane in Trump City, I was immediately astonished by the entire city's magnificence. Of course, some of it was probably due to the fact that Donald J. Trump International Airport was the newest airport in the country, with one of its terminals still under construction, but that certainly wasn't the only thing.

As Leah, the Crew and I pushed through a crowd of paparazzi to where a limo, yes, a limo, waited for us outside, I marveled at the tall, transparent glass skyscrapers that rose up elegantly from the ground and the flamboyantly dressed Trumpists milling around, showing off the fact that they didn't have to work.

"Is this...um...normal around here?" I pointed at the limo and the elegant, futuristic-looking city. 

"Yeah, the whole city's like this," Leah smiled. "It's amazing what you can do with as much money as President Trump's got. He had almost all of the old Washington D.C demolished before he built Trump City. It may be in the same location, but it's literally a brand new city."

"What are those?" I asked, pointing to five roads that spiraled out from the city's core, giving it a pentagonal shape. 

"They lead to the suburbs, Trumpville, Trumptown, Trump Circle, and all of the other little towns around Trump City." 

"Oh, that's really cool!" 

"Most new Trumpists love it! If you get elected to the High Trumpist Assembly, or any other important position, you could even live here! And with your stats, that's definitely a possibility," Ria beamed. 

As an Assembly member, I'd have to directly collaborate with that trashbag Trump...I'll find an excuse not to run

"So...what's the plan?" I asked cheerily. 

"First off, you'll have your Welcoming Ceremony, and then they'll issue you an apartment somewhere around here. It may not be in the city itself, but it'll definitely be in Trump County. This summer, you can do whatever you want. You'll finish your junior and senior year of high school in a Trumpist school, and then you can go to college wherever you want," Giselle told me. 

"Sounds great," I smiled. "Wait...how will I pay for everything? I'm, like, a thousand miles away from my parents, I don't exactly have a job, and they say Trump City is super expensive." 

"Haven't you heard?" Ria raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah!" Leah laughed. "The Government of Trumperica offers a small loan of a million dollars to every new Trumpist. And, technically," she leaned closer for effect. "It isn't even a loan, because you don't have to pay it back?" 

"A small loan of a million dollars? How is that small?" I gave her a confused look.

"Of course a million dollars is a small loan!" 

"But how?" 

"Because President Trump said so." 

Oh yeah, that. I barely even remembered pre-Trumperica jokes like that! But I guessed it wasn't a joke anymore, these Trumpists probably actually believed that a million dollars was a small sum of money!

"The ceremony's in there," Giselle pointed at a tall, well decorated building strung with lights and sporting a huge banner which read "Welcome, new Trumpists of 2018!" 

"Sorry, we can't go in there with you," Leah apologized. "Only new Trumpists and ceremony officials are allowed in the ceremony hall. But we'll probably see each other around. I heard this year's new Trumpist apartments are in Trumptown, and I live there too!" 

"Have fun!" The Crew called after me as I got out of the car and walked into the building. 

"Name and school district?" The Moderate woman behind the desk inside asked. 

"Madeline Udana, Fairview ISD," I said, and she nodded, typing something into her iPad. 

"The ceremony's in there, congrats and have fun," she said monotonously. 

Walking in the direction she pointed in, I arrived in a huge auditorium where Uptown Funk played through hidden speakers. It was almost full, so I ended up sitting in the back.

The room fell silent and the music faded away as Head Trumpist Summers confidently stepped up to the podium. She wore a trim, red dress and white high heels. 

"Good evening, new Trumpists of Trumperica!" She smiled. "Today is the beginning of your new life. A life of pleasure and power, that you have worked very hard to earn. Now, you are free." She snapped her fingers, and all of our Cardexes simultaneously disappeared! Excited murmurs filled the room as people felt around their Cardex-less heads. 

"That's right, from now on, you will no longer be controlled by a Cardex," Summers beamed. "In fact, if you land a high position, you could be controlling the Cardexes of inferior beings," she scrunches up her nose in distaste at the mention of Moderates and Lowlies. 

"However, your trials are not over yet," she grinned cruelly. "It is time for your final test of worthiness for this position. You must prove that you have severed all ties with your former friends and relatives in the lower circles. Good luck!" The Head Trumpist chirped, and I felt something black and rubbery come down from the ceiling and fasten itself around my head and neck. 

I was in a white room, dressed in gold and orange, like a hard core Trumpist. A girl in rags sat across from me, tied to a chair. Her matted brown hair obscured her face. She looked up, and I gasped, recognizing her face. It was Rylee!

"Ah, Trumpist Udana," I heard a deep voice behind me and whipped around, seeing President Trump, dressed as usual in a crisp suit, and holding a gun. 

"She is a pest," Trump said, handing me the gun. "Eliminate her." 

"What? No!" I gasped, stepping away from Trump with revulsion. "She's my best friend!" 

"She is a Lowly," Trump snarled. "She can't possibly mean anything to you. You do want to be a Trumpist, don't you?"

"Maddie, please! Don't do this!" Rylee screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. 

I pointed the gun at her, leveling my breaths, telling myself that this was just a test. I wasn't actually killing Rylee. And then, at the last second, I whipped around, pointing my gun a different way. And then, I shot President Donald Trump, the supreme ruler of Trumperica. 

A/N: Yes, the Divergent-ness of that last part was intentional. We're trying to prove how Trump will turn this country into a dystopian nightmare here ;)

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