Donald Trump, My School Principal

Chapter 5

Mr Trump glared at me.

"What do you mean?" He played dumb.

I reached over the desk and held up his diary.

He screamed "HEY! THAT'S MINE!"

"I know. What's your plan?" I showed him the page.

"If I tell you, you'll tell everyone!" He said calmly.

"I won't tell anyone Mr Trump sir!" Matt yelled from across the room.

"Zip it, potato." Mr Trump yelled back.

"P-p-potato?" Tears welled up in Matt's eyes.

"Okay fine. So my plan is that I am goi-"

The door creaked open. "Mr Trump?" A skinny tall girl with long blonde hair and brown eyes stood at the door.

"Ah, Sadie! Perrrrrrrfect timing." He smiled, thinking he didn't have to reveal his plan.

"Mrs Kakabowski's class has a missing student who was here this morning. She wants to know if he signed out or something." Sadie let her self walk into the room.

Rude much.

"Oh. I'm not in charge of that." He sat down on his chair and spun around. "WEEEE! Try asking one of these two morons"

She turned to Matt first. "Do you know where Barry Tearens is?"

Matt shrugged. "No. Who is he?"

"He's in the forth grade and he's short and has brown hair and blue eyes." She stared at Mr Trump spinning around in the chair for a couple of seconds before looking at me. "Does he sound familiar?"

"Nope. Can you leave now?" I asked impatiently. I have a mystery to solve here!"

She rolled her eyes. "This is important! Mr Trump you need to call the parents and let them know."

"What? Nuh uh, hun." He stopped spinning.

"But Mr Trump you ha-"

"GET OUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LADY!" I lost my patience with this kid.

"And.... you are?" She looked at me.

"I'm Jacob. Get out." I frowned.

"Fine. Don't forget Mr Trump!" She told him before walking out of the door.

"She's hot." Matt smiled.

Is this kid mental?

Yes. Yes he is.

"Mr Trump, tell us your plan." I demanded.

"You have to join my mission then. And you two buckos can't tell anyone anything. Got it?" He squinted. I honestly thought little flakes of skin would come out of his eyes once he squinted, but nope.

"Tell us the mission first." Matt said.

"Yeah." I agreed.

"So basically, if a kid is doing well in school, I have to kill them."

My jaw dropped to the floor. "WHAT?"

"Because if they're smart, they'll grow up to become president, and I'M THE ONLY PRESIDENT! EVER!" He started screaming.

"But Matt is smart, and he won't become president." I stated.

"Jacob, shut up." Matt responded.

"Yeah, Jacob." Mr Trump added.

"Mr Trump agrees with me?....... AHHHH YES YES YES!" Matt started jumping.

Mr Trump frowned, stood up from his chair, and whispered something in Matt's ear. I have no clue what he said, but Matt suddenly stopped jumping and sunk to the ground.

"Okay, so now you have to help me. Get that Sadie kid back in here. She'll be the next Hillary Clinton, I just know it." He stroked his imaginary beard.

"I'll do it." I volunteered.

"Kay....... So go!" Mr Trump said.

I walked out of the door and down the hallway. He didn't tell me what freaking class this kid is in, so I literally had to go to every single classroom in this school until I finally found hers.

I knocked on the door, which was halfway open.

A male teacher with a shiny bald head and glasses stood up and walked to the door.

"How can I help you?" He asked in a monotone voice.

"Can I borrow Sadie for a second?" I asked.

"Sure." He turned around. "SAAAADEEYYYY! GET YOUR BOOTY TO THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW."

She quickly got up and ran to the door. "Y-yes?" She said quietly and 10x more high pitched then when we were in the office.

"This dude wants to see you. You can come back if you want, I really don't care." He lightly pushed her out of the door and slammed it.

"He's nice." I said.

"I know right. What do you want? I mean, just a couple minutes ago you shooed me away."

I paused. Should I tell her to go to the office? Should I tell her Mr Trumps plan? Should I tell her to GET OUT OF THE SCHOOL?

"Um... Sadie..." I started.

"What?" She responded with a sassy tone.

"..... Mr Trump wants to see you in his office..." I blurted out.

"Oh. Okay." She started to skip down the hall.

"WAIT!" I called out

She turned around. "WHAT?"

I ran over to her. "He's gonna kill me for saying this..... but... he's planning on killing you."

She stared at me. "Jason,-"

"Jacob." I corrected her.

"Whatever. Jacob, I know you're jealous of me..."

wHAT

"And I know you don't like me, but seriously, stop. Mr Trump would never do anything like that."

THINK AGAIN, KIDDO.

"What do you think happened to that missing dude in Mrs Kakabowski's class? Mr Trump was very awkward talking about him."

She paused. "That's true... What do I do then? I mean I'm not saying I believe you, but like, I kinda believe you."

"We have to tell the police." I said. "He's been killing people! That's first degree murder!"

"But HOW? His computer gets a notification when someone sends a text or when someone calls someone." She bit her lip.

"Then.... let's get out of the school.... somehow."

"What do you mean somehow? The door is literally at the end of this hallway." She pointed to the door.

Smart.

"Oh. Then... let's freaking GO!" And we both took off running down the hall.

(A.N) Hey my dudes. Do you think Jacob made the right decision? Sorry for taking so long to update... I'm gonna try and finish this quickly because I have 2 drafts that I'm waiting to post, and I can't write more than one book at a time, because I suck.