Donald Trump, My School Principal

Chapter 3

That was 2 weeks ago. After I came home at 9:00 pm, I was grounded, and drug tested. My parents STILL don't believe that Donald Trump IS my principle.

Mr Trump's behavior HAS changed, but for the worst. He may not be throwing things anymore, but he has been showing up late and screaming more then ever.

Every morning, I walk to school with Matt, but he's still pretty mad at me for ruining his time with Mr Trump. I decided that today I would try and apologize.

I walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. His cat white jumped out of the window and landed right in front of the door.

**TRIGGER WARNING**

"Hello." I said to the cat. The cat had a shirt on that said "Make America Great Again."

NO

I picked up the cat and threw it down the street.

"MEEEEOOOWWW" It screamed.

The door flew open. It was Matt, also wearing a Make America Great Again shirt. I would pick him up and throw him down the street, but he was too heavy, and almost twice my size.

"DUDE! WHY DID YOU THROW MY CAT!"

"Because he has a disgraceful shirt on!" I spat onto the pavement.

"YOU PROBABLY KILLED MY CAT!" He cried.

"Good." I smirked.

"I LOVED MELANIA!" He collapsed onto the ground and cried.

"Hold up." I paused for dramatic effect. "You named your cat after Donald Trump's EX wife?"

He looked up at me from the ground. His eyes were just as red as Donald Trump's tie.

"Well, yeah. Is there a problem?" He sniffed and stood up.

"You're obsessed with him!" I threw my hands in the air.

"I'm not." He used his Donald Trump shirt to wipe his runny nose. "It's called an idol, Jacob."

"Yeah. Some idol." I mumbled under my breath.

Once Matt had pulled himself together, we started to walk the path to school, leaving the cat in the middle of the street. I don't know if it was dead or not, but we were going to be late for school if we didn't hurry up.

"So, I was thinking." Matt said after we had stepped onto the school grounds. "That for our science fair project, we could call it "Why Do Certain People Have The Urge To Kill Your Cat."

I rolled my eyes. "BECAUSE SHE SUPPORTED TRUMP!"

"That's Mr Trump to you." A little girl, maybe in grade 1, with a Dora backpack crossed her arms and stood in front of me. She flipped her straight brown hair across her shoulder.

"No." I tried to walk away, but this little brat put both of her tiny hands on my six pack and pushed me backwards. Luckily, I didn't fall down, but I was still mad at her.

"You stupid brat. Go play with your barbies or something." I tried walking away from the situation like a grown man again.

"Who the heck plays with barbies anymore? I have an iPhone." She took an iPhone 69+ out of her pocket and shoved it in my face.

Let me just say, I was THIS CLOSE to RIPPING THAT PHONE OUT OF HER TINY TRUMP HANDS and SHOVING IT DOWN HER THROAT.

But I didn't.

Because I am mature.

And I don't believe in violence.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" She smirked.

"You're a cute child." Matt said.

"Shut up." She glared at him.

"Alright." He continued to watch this annoying child torment me, without saying anything.

"Would you go away? Now?" I stepped forward and lightly shoved her.

Being the drama queen she probably is, she flung herself backwards and landed on the pavement.

Boy, do I ever wish I brought earplugs to school.

She SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HER FREAKIN' LUNGS. YOU WOULD THINK SHE HAD JUST BEEN STABBED.

She just sat there AND SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER.

And as you know, loud high-pitched screams attract adults to the area. A male teacher made his way to where we were.

"Are you alright?" He bent down to her level and wiped her FAKE TEARS.

"I just wanted a n-new fr-friend." She sniffed. "B-but he pushed m-me down for no r-reason!"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"I DID NOT! SHE PUSHED ME FIRST BY THE WAY" I tried to explain myself.

"GO TO THE OFFICE. NOW." He pointed his hairy finger at the door.

I looked at Matt for help, but his expression perfectly explained what he was thinking.

He was either thinking

a) Office = Mr Trump!

Or

b) I wonder what's for dinner tonight.

"I PUSHED HER DOWN TOO. STUPID BRAT!" He pretended to be angry at her.

Yep. The first one.

The little girl appeared confused, but the teacher sure didn't.

"BOTH OF YOU. NOW."

Matt was horrible at hiding how excited he was to see Mr Trump again.

We both started walking to the door. I turned around, and the little brat stuck her tongue at me.

So being the mature person I am, I didn't stick my tongue out at her.

I simply smiled.

And flipped her off.

She appeared suprised, but I didn't focus on that.

I had to go face to face with the man I hated the most.

D-Donald Tr-Trump.

A.N - How's the story so far? Is it tolerable? Sort of? Sorry!