You should know about my friend. Well I actually have quite a few friends. They're cool. But this particular friend is a key part in this story. We've been pretty close most of senior year. He has shared my worry for the election. He's a white male but he's hella gay so he has reason to worry for himself as well as others.
He also has a lot of cool friends, because he's friendly, tall, blonde, and basically gorgeous in every way, that are cooler than I am that he's probably worrying about. I'm not special. Just so you know.
The texting would not stop the night of the election. We console each other. We joke about the future trying to shove away our anxieties, you know in a healthy way.
Oh we'll call him Nick because that is a generic name that is in no way related to him.
Anywho, I am ready to fight anyone who tries to mess with my friends who fit outside of the typical white, straight, male box. Yes I am smol but I am fully capable of destroying ignorant bastards.
I'm ready to fight for myself too. Some of my friends joke about moving to Canada. It's a wise decision. But if this country has a problem then why not face it head on? I don't know, but I'mma stay and fight.
Nick agrees with me.
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2017
Fiction HistoriqueWhat if Donald Trump became president? I had a dream about that. My friends helped me write it down. Here you go.
