I slowly climb the stairs, barely filled with energy. I finally made it to my room. The second my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.
I open my eyes to a whole new world. It shows a small stage in front of me dimly lit. I hesitantly walked towards it... I must've stepped on a sensor or something because the stage filled with light.
An old man in a blue business suit and corn colored hair walks onto stage. Omg it is--? Music interrupts my thoughts as I hear the running man song start to play.
I start to dance but then my body froze. IT WAS HIM. DOING. THE. RUNNING. MAN. CHALLENGE. I try to move my hands up to cover this horrible sight but I couldn't. I was frozen. I don't know if it was a state of shock or if he had something to do with this but I really couldn't move. I tried to shut my eyes but were glued open. I couldn't even blink. It was horrible.
Donald Trump doing the running man challenge, I couldn't stand it. It was the worst nightmare in my life. His flabby cheeks moved up and down.
He moved backwards and tripped over a wire. "OOF!" I heard him spit out.
I cringe.
He laid there for a little then got back up saying, "TA-DA!" And the lights dimmed again. I woke up scared to death.
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I want to thank @MelMelDaUnicorn for helping me with this chapter. SHE IS THE BEST EVER LIKE OMG!!!! I know this chapter is small but I will try to improve next chapter!
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The Tale Of Harley
HumorHarley Francois, a 21 year old that seemed to always find herself in situations. What's better than getting fired from your job, beating up your boss, and getting chased by the police? Finding a secret lab and forced to go back in time to study...
