Trumperica

Happily Ever After (For everyone except Trump)

Maddie's POV

For the entire day after Leona and Trump were killed, the media had been going crazy over me and Rylee. Finally, during a long awaited break between interviews, we were allowed to rest for a little while in my old Trumpist apartment. 

"Oh, not again..." I groaned as the doorbell rung. 

"Just tell those dumb reporters to go away," Rylee yawned, curling up on my couch. "I want to go to sleep!" 

My heart lifted as I peered through the peephole. 

"It isn't reporters." 

The moment I swung the door open, a crowd of familiar faces flooded into my living room. 

"Maddie!" My mom squealed, pulling me into a tight hug. "Oh, I'm so proud of you. You have no idea how scared I was when I heard what happened." 

I could see Rylee getting similar treatment from her family across the room. 

"Hey guys!" Julie and April chirped simultaneously, joining the noisy hub of people. 

"I can't believe you actually did this!" Julie gushed. "Now I can say that I'm friends with the girls who saved America!" 

"Come on, you know we're just the face of it," Rylee laughed. "We couldn't have done it without you guys."

Last to enter were Leah and Leticia, still dressed in their preppy Trumpist clothes that screamed "I'm-the-dictator's-sister-so-don't-mess-with-me." 

Leticia looked quite indifferent, but Leah's eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that she had been crying. 

"We need to talk," she said softly. "In private." 

I nodded, briefly dismissing myself before leading Leah into my bedroom. 

"You killed my sister," she said flatly, sitting down on my bed. 

"Uh..." I trailed off, not completely sure how to respond to her. 

"No, you don't have to be all apologetic," Leah smiled. "I understand why you had to do it. I'm not that selfish, I know that if Leona had lived, she would've caused so many more deaths. I just wanted to tell you that I have no hard feelings." 

"So...we can still be friends?" I asked. 

"Of course," Leah beamed, shaking my hand. 

"Get out here, you guys!" Rylee yelled, sticking her head through the door. "There's a TG- I mean, a former TG- with some news!" 

Leah and I rushed into the living room, joining the conglomerate of people loosely circled around a lone man in a TG uniform. 

"Since you've been so busy today, I was sent to inform you of some recent developments that you might not yet know of," he said. "First, former President Leona Summers is not dead, although she was severely injured by your bullet, Head Trumpi- I mean, Miss Udana." 

Seeing the horrified looks on our faces, he quickly added "But she was unquestionably sentenced to a lifetime in prison without the possibility of parole. She won't be plotting against the government ever again. Secondly, former Vice President Diana Clarke was killed while being transported to jail. The shooter is yet to be identified. And, finally, Obama is to serve as interim President until the 2020 Presidential election. I think we can all agree that this situation calls for a slight breach of the two term limit," he chuckled. 

"Thank you very much," my mom smiled appreciatively as he prepared to leave. 

"So, what now?" My dad asked, turning to Rylee and me. 

"I'm going to see if those Donald Trump piñatas are back on Amazon," my best friend grinned, pulling out her phone. 

"Yeah!" I high-fived her. "We're having a fiesta, everybody!" 

THE END

A/N: Well, that's it. It's over. 

I know, I can't believe it either. 

I just wrote an entire book about Donald Trump, and I'm about to write another one.

What am I doing with my life? 

Anyway, I hope you'll stick with me for the rest of the Trumperica squad's journey in the sequel, Trumperica's Legacy, which will be up soon!