Donald Trump, My School Principal

Chapter 4

"Matt, can you just go and tell them I'm vomiting in the bathroom or something." I ask him once we are in front of the door that says

"Mr Trump's Office"

"(the Mexicans payed for this sign)"

"I would actually love to." Matt said. "I would finally get some one - on - one time with him. But, I can't risk getting in trouble, so in we go!" He put his hand on the doorknob

"NOOOO!" I slapped his arm, but he still opened the door.

The room had red, white, and blue stripes as the wallpaper, a plain wood flooring, and one large desk. On that desk he had a picture of Melania Trump - his ex, there were some pens that said "Make America Great Again." And many papers.

Mr Trump didn't seem to be in his office, so Matt and I let ourselves in.

"This place is awesome." Matt quickly took out his phone from his backpack, and opened Snapchat.

"I'M IN MR TRUMP'S OFFICE!" He yelled to the phone

"Aye, he be near here someplace. Hidin' behind shelf or desk." I warned him. Matt has Asthma, and if he gets jumpscared, he has a hard time breathing, so I was only warning him Mr Trump might be in here, ready to pop out and yell "PEEKABOO!"

Well, probably not.

But anyways

While he was "bragging" to people on Snapchat, I decided to look around.

The room had literally nothing in it except for that desk, so I walked over to it and looked at the papers on the desk.

Nothing interesting. Only weird fan fictions.

SONIC AND DORA ♡ LOVE JOURNEY

MORGAN FREEMAN - MY LOVE

ME X MY DOG

MRS DARLING X PETER

I'm not going to lie, Mr Trump does have good taste in books. Wait, what am I saying? I can't agree with him!

But that Morgan Freeman one looks great.

ARGH! SNAP OUT OF IT, JACOB!

Underneath all of the papers, there was a small pink book, with the word "Diary" written on it.

Maybe it was one of the students.

Or my Baby Hills (Hillary Clinton)

Or that annoying midget girl from earlier.

I decided to figure that out myself by opening the book.

The person had rather nice handwriting, I noticed as I was skipping through the pages.

I flipped to the most recent page and read it out loud.

Dear Diary,
Today I spoke with Obama. He
Wants me to stop "obsessing" over
Being president. He's mental.
I had the unicorn dream again
last night. It ended with the unicorn yelling "YOU'LL BE BACK, DONALD. AND THE WINDOW WILL ALWAYS BE OPEN!" I woke up happy.
Hopefully today will be a good day.
Little do the kids and teachers
Know my secret plan. I have to
Go eat lunch with the peasants that some call "teachers".
Goodbye, diary.
-Your friend Donnie.

"Who's Donnie?" Matt asked from across the room.

"Trump." I said.

"Mr Trump." Matt corrected me. I didn't care. This could RUIN him!

My trail of thought was interrupted by someone kicking down the door.

It was Trump.

"What are you two doing swabs doing here?" He walked across the room and slumped onto his chair, as I quickly closed the diary.

"I pushed a little girl. What are you going to do about that?" I asked, giving him sass.

"Well now, I suspect we'll leave that to the principal." He put his shoes on his desk.

I looked at his crusty eyes. "You are the principal." He almost made me go blind.

"I'm the president." He smirked.

I paused, not knowing what to say. "Okay... you can be the president of this school?"

"Hey! I'm the one who makes decisions around here - not you." He pointed his cheeto finger at me.

"Mr Trump sir! I'm a big fan!" Matt ran up to him and leaned up against the desk.

"Aye, that's the mark of a fine cabin boy." Mr Trump smiled.

.......What? Has he been drinking?

"Oh Mr Trump, I live in a big house,  actually. With my sister and my mo-"

"Do I, Donald Trump, president of the school, LOOK LIKE I CARE?" He shouted in frustration.

"Well, for a second there we weren't --" Matt started

Mr Trump pulled out a Make America Great Again pen and held it to Matt's chest, to signify he would stab him if his answer wasn't changed.

"Absolutely not, Mr Trump sir!" Matt hesitated.

"Can we leave?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes." Mr Trump said, and picked up one of his fan fictions.

Just as Matt and I were about to leave the room, I remembered I had a question.

"Hey, Trump?" I asked.

"That's Mr Trump, if you please." He replied without looking up from his book.

"What's your secret plan?" I put my hands on my hips.

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Sorry for taking forever to update. This chapter is filled with so many inside jokes, so it's weird at parts.

I might update soonish.

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Beaniey actually help with the Peter Pan references I can't stop help