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Sorry I'm really inconsistent I'm just lazyyyyy

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The day after I found out Barron Trump had been my online best friend for months, I went to school. Because I had school that day and I go to school like a normal person.

I sat at my desk in home room and thought about whether the color yellow is capable of warping the space time continuum and waited for the bell to ring.

The day was normal. I went from one period to the next without event until I got to my history classroom. I was drawing a thicc duck when my teacher walked to the front of the room, clapped her hands together, and asked for our attention.

"Alright class, as you know, our government and legal systems history unit is coming up soon, and in two months our grade will be going on a field trip to the White House. We will be touring visitor's areas and learning about its history, symbolism, and importance to current events while we are there... " She droned on as my blood ran cold like I'd done something wrong, which turned to anxious jittering from excitement.

"Mrs. Jackson? May I use the restroom?" I asked, with my hand in the air. "Yes, be quick." She responded. I ran to the biggest bathroom stall and locked the door, then whipped out my phone to talk to Jum- Barron.

Y/U
#5372
hey whore my school is going on a field trip to ur house in like a month

He probably wouldn't see my message until later tonight when I could talk to him face to face. I paced around the stall, washed my hands on instinct, and went back to class. I sat through the rest of my classes wondering what the hell I was going to do with this.

Then I got an idea.

The minute I got home I started scrolling through the #savebarron2020 tag on tiktok and trying to see whether anyone was serious. After extensive research (the first page of Google search results) I discovered no, the save Barron thing was not going to happen.

But what if it did?

The first thing I did was download a video editor and figure that out, then I illegally downloaded a mix of dramatic and fightlike songs and spent half an hour figuring out how to edit songs together while I waited for Barron to call me.

I picked up before my phone could ring twice. It was a voice call, assumingly from beneath a bed or in a bathroom. "So you're coming to visit me already? That's so sweet!" Barron joked. "About that- you remember how we almost raided area 51 last year, right?" I asked, on edge more than I was joking. "Mhm. What about that?"

"What if we got our generation to save you?" I asked. He hesitated. "Hell yeah. How where and when?" "My field trip. I'll get a Facebook event up, make tiktoks and YouTube videos, all that, but I do need your permission for a few things." "What?" "First, can I record you talking and screen record our video calls?" "Yeah, sure!" "And can you tell me about your dad?"

...

The YouTube video took one month to make. I had spent the first two hours talking to Barron, eventually getting videos of him talking and some videos of him. The next three hours were spent laughing and cackling and swearing because "YOU MADE ME MESS UP!" "I'm just that funny!" As I pieced together a YouTube video.

The rest of the time was spent recording video calls, voice calls, screenshotting chats, downloading videos of the White House, and enjoying my best friend.

When it was done, I sent him a link and face called him. I was terrified.

"You ready?" I asked nervously. "Yeah! I'm clicking the link now!" I sat at my desk waiting for him to complain about my work.

If you did click the link, you were greeted with the first note of Welcome To The Black Parade.

When I was
Barron was playing with his bearded dragon.
A young boy
A slow shot of old, crayon drawings scattered on a desk.
My father
Donald Trump himself yelling something at a rally.
Took me into the city
Barron and his family walking at some public event.
The music faded to background noise as it cut to Barron talking.
"Hi! I'm Barron Trump- Y/N stop laughing! And I'm, uh, abused by my father." He inhaled and pulled down his hoodie to show a bruise on his temple. "I'm fourteen years old. I've been online for three years now and friends with my best friend ever, Y/N, for five months."
The savior of the broken
A clip of one of Y/N and Barron's video calls, they were laughing and shrieking like maniacs.
The beaten and the damned.
An older clip of Barron wiping away tears from a reddened face and Y/N begging, "Please! Bear, but ice on it-" "I can't, the ice maker's past him, I can't get downstairs-"
The iconic Generation Z song blended into a song from the transformers soundtrack.
The song started softly and grew intense.
A drone shot of the White House.
It cut back to Barron.
"I'm only fourteen. I know and I've seen shit I wish I hadn't."
Another video of Y/N asking Barron to just hold on, the pain stops, you'll be okay one day, I'll find you one day, you're my best friend.
"Save me."
Then a video of Y/N saying,
"We are generation Z. We will save him. We're getting my best friend our of that prison we call the White House."

"Holy shit." Barron said. "Yeah, it's bad, it's only my thir-" "Blur your face and post it now." "Wait, Bear, why-" "My dad will get you arrested. Set your VPN to Arabia or some shit, blur your beau- face, and post it. I hear footsteps. I gotta-" "Wait! When your dad sees, you won't have your devices anymore. So... Is this goodbye?" I didn't want to cry. Not now. "Blur your face. Love you." The call cut off.

I was going through my video when I realised what he had said.
WHAT THE FUCK?

is anyone even reading this I feel Like it was just a fad and it's dead now