I'm depressed. My parents died when I was just a little ogre. No one got me... One day in reading class a short little orange man walked in.. "Class this is Donald Trump.. Welcome him!" He looked at me.. "Donald you can sit next to Shrek. Raise your hand Shrek." I raise my hand slowly.. Flipping my depressed hair back trying to look cool. He sat down "Yo" he said as my heart melted. I waved.
The bell rung and I went for the door but Donald grabbed my arm before I got to the door. "Will you show me where the lunchroom is?" It was like I didn't know how to talk. "Uh.. Sure I'm going there now actually." We walked to the lunchroom ate and went out into the hallway. "Is everyone always so quiet?" I couldn't take it anymore. I kissed him. Donald pushed me off and called me gay.... We never talked again. Now I'm extremely depressed... Donald come back to me.... I miss your fake tan.........
