I open my eyes to the bright red light illuminating from my alarm clock. "5:45" it reads. My alarm still hasn't went off, I have fifteen more minutes. I debate whether or not to spend my extra time sleeping. "hit or miss," my alarm scream, causing me to jump. I guess I have to get ready now. It's the weekend so I decide to go for a run. Michelle is a health nut, she always lectures me on what I eat and how much I should exercise. I know it's because she cares about me but I it can get annoying sometimes. I ran sometimes just to make her happy but now I just do it to clear my head. I suddenly remember that I have to meet Trump later. He never told me where or when. I should ask. Should I text him? I mean it's like six in the morning. Would he even be awake? I don't want to annoy him. My phone dings. I pick it up excitedly, hoping it's that beautiful citrus fruit of a man. A notification is on my screen from Melaina. Ugh, I'm so stupid why would even Trump text me this early? I shouldn't of gotten my hopes up. Melaina never texts me, this is weird. My eyes scan over the words. They read, "the only strange thing was that I trusted you," along with this photo:
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I don't know how to respond. Melaina is such a sweet girl, I can't believe she'd send something like this. I'm just gonna try to clear my head. I take off my pajamas and slide into my running pants along with a white tee-shirt. I brush my teeth and decide to leave my phone. As I step outside the sun is still rising. The sky is a beautiful mix purple and yellow. I let my thoughts slip out of my mind and just focus on moving my legs. I get back to my house just as the sun has finished rising. I open the door and see my adoptive mom, Taylor Swift, eating some toast. "Where were you off to?" She says, smiling. "Oh, nothing ma, just went for a run," "alright sweetie, well Michelle came by and dropped something off." my mom loves Michelle. They talk about politics. When she first met Michelle she said "she is such a smart girl!" Then smiled so wide and I felt guilty. I knew Michelle was amazing, I always felt inadequate and not good enough for her. Michelle smiles when she sees me, Michelle always does. Her smile is so painful, I know I don't return the feelings she has for me. I started dating her to get over trump but I never did and now I don't know what to do. I expected to just fall in love with her but I guess I can't force myself to love someone. "It's in your room. Take a shower, you're all sweaty," "I will," I walk into my room a small grey box is on my bed with a note attached to it. I pick it up, curiously, and inspect the writing. I know we've been distant lately. I know you pretend not to notice. We should really talk. I know your birthday isn't until another month but I thought I'd give this to you now. I love you, text me when you're ready to talk. I take a look at the box then at the note. I grab a towel and walk into the bathroom. I shower. I walk back into my room and see the box still sitting there, like it's waiting for me to open it. I grab my phone. It's only seven I open my phone and see that Donald texted me. "Hey. Coming over at 10. We can go get food and see a movie or something. I need to talk to you about something"
