"Sadly, the overwhelming amount of violent crime in major cities is committed by blacks and Hispanics. A tough subject. Must be discus-" Mr Trump turned off the projecter. We were in yet another assembly. It was was a video of an interview with Hillary Clinton.
"WRONG!" He turned to face everyone that was seated in the gym. "WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG! WHY WOULD YOU VOTE FOR THIS WOMAN?"
A couple of kids, maybe in grade 3 started giggling. Mr Trump flung his head around, flipping his golden hair while doing so.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, TATER-TOTS? I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A SPEECH?" He pointed his orange Cheeto finger at the kids.
They said nothing.
"WHAT'S SO FUNNY? THIS IS SERIOUS!" He stomped across the gym to where the kids were sitting.
"We aren't old enough to vote, Trump. I'm only 8." Said one of the boys.
Mr Trump's face started to turn more red than orange.
"THAT'S MR TRUMP TO YOU!" He nearly tripped over himself marching back to the front of the gym.
"HOW MANY PEOPLE VOTED FOR HILL-" He gagged. "HILLARY CLI-" He gagged again. "HILLARY CLINT-" He vomited all over the floor.
Ewwws from kids of all ages filled the room.
Mr Trump wiped his mouth. "Don't act like you haven't seen barf before, kids."
Our janitor, Gus, walked in wearing a medical mask, gloves and a mop to clean it up.
Mr Trump reached over to the left and grabbed onto a young girls white polo, pulling her up front.
"Anybody have a pen?" He asked as Gus proceeded to clean the disgusting mess.
My friend, Matt, raised his hand. "Right here, Mr Trump!" He threw the pen at Mr Trump's face.
"OW!" He screamed in pain, grabbing onto his cheek which was now bleeding. He used the front of the girls shirt to wipe it off.
"I can't believe I did something like that to Mr Trump!" Matt started crying.
"Seriously? He's a jerk, Matt. He deserved it." I patted him on the back.
I expected him to laugh and agree, but instead his jaw dropped. "Jacob! Don't say something like that!" I rolled my eyes.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Mr Trump yelled.
The little girl was now crying at the front of the gym. "My shirt!"
Mr Trump scribbled something on the back of the little girls shirt.
"HOW MANY PEOPLE VOTED FOR THIS... THING!" He turned her around so everyone could see what had been written on her shirt
In big messy letters, it said HILLARY CLINTON
"What does it say?" The little girl sniffed. Mr Trump just gave her a little shove, saying it was time for her to sit down. She slumped down onto the floor, still crying, as her friends all hugged her.
One of the teachers who was sitting at the side ran up to Mr Trump and whispered something into his crusty old ears.
"None of them can vote?" He appeared suprised. "THIS IS AMERICA, PEOPLE!"
She whispered something else into his ear. "KINDERGARTEN TO GRADE 6? WHO CARES! EVERYONE TAKE OUT A PEN AND PAPER." He swatted the teacher away.
Nobody moved.
"NOW." He frowned.
The teachers jumped up from their seats and grabbed small white slips of paper and pens, and handed them out to every. single. student.
There are 600 kids in that gym.
I don't know why everyone is so scared of Donald Trump. I mean, yeah he screams, throws stuff, and beats up kids, but he's not that bad. Most kids just kiss his butt (example - Matt) because they are scared.
I'm in grade 6, so shouldn't I be a role model? Obeying Mr Trump? Treating him like a God just like all the other 6th graders? I should, I mean, my whole family LOVES him. Why don't I? Because I love Hillary Clinton.
Not as an idol.
As MORE.
I mean, she looks so sexy when she's telling people what to do
Rawrrrrrr
A teacher handed Matt and I a piece of paper and pen that said "Make America Great Again."
About an hour later, every kid had a piece of paper and a pen.
Mr Trump put down his sandwich (that magically appeared) and grabbed the microphone.
"WE ARE HAVING AN ELECTION. RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. EVERYONE HAS A PIECE OF PAPER AND A P-" He was cut off by the dissmisle bell, saying we should all go home. Some kids started to stand up.
"NO. STAY." He ordered. Everyone obeyed and sat down again.
"EITHER WRITE DONALD TRUMP." He paused and then winked his wrinkly eyeball. "OR-" He grabbed the little girl again. "HER." He pointed to the HILLARY CLINTON on her shirt.
Kids started to write down names, as did I. Of course, I wrote
Hillary Clinton (rawr) and then some hearts around it to express my love.
"FOLD THE PAPER AND PUT IT IN THIS BIN!" He had a voice crack when he said 'this'
The bin was red, white and blue, and had his face all over it.
Students started to stand up and put their votes in the box, while Mr Trump stood there, with his hands proudly on his waist. He kept doing his little smirk he always does.
I stood up at the same time as Matt, and we put our votes into the box, and sat back down without saying a word.
"Who did you vote for?" He asked me.
"Hillary. You?" I already knew his answer.
"Donald."
He squinted. "May the best man win." He grabbed my hand and shook it.
"NOW." Mr Trump yelled. "TIME TO READ THE VOTES!" He rubbed his Cheeto hands together and smirked.
A.N - so I tried a different writing style. Do you like it? It's pretty horrible, but whatever haha.
BTW I KNOW THAT HE IS PRESIDENT! THIS IS A WHAT-IF!😂
It's just for fun!
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Donald Trump, My School Principal
FanfictionAfter losing the election, Donald Trump became lost. He had no job, Melania divorced him and took all the money, and he was on the verge of loosing his home. As his last hope, he became my school principal. There's something fishy about him though...
