Getting up from his newly achieved ‘chair’ of the presidency, Mr. Donald Trump smiled victoriously. He has finally gotten what he wanted, a sinister smile spread across his face as he thought of ways to ‘make America great again.’ or what others perceive it as, making it worse than it used to be. ‘The bill to kick immigrants out needs to be passed, they do not deserve America. It is for the whites. These black, brown, and yellow people came here to invade us all. They are our enemies.’ he chanted, to his secretary. Who looked at him bewildered, Obama used to be different, the secretary thought. Donald pushed his yellowish-white hair back, his orange skin tone telling a whole different story of him supporting the whites. He wasn’t fully white himself! The irony of this made the secretary giggle a little. Upon hearing it, Donald pulled on his angered facade, which radiated how he was proud and confident about himself and his silly little mindset, he did not feel even the least bit confused about his words. ‘What are you laughing at? Did I say something funny?’ the secretary quickly composed herself and shook her head in denial. ‘well you aren’t too ugly when you smile, yeah?’ Donald has this evil, wrongful look in his eyes now as he looked at her with a look that made her scurry away in fear of her dignity. ‘I have some amendments to do, you enjoy your new seat, sir.’ she bolted out of the room. Donald sat there, pleased and satisfied with what he has achieved, although his ways were wrong he believed that in the end, everything is fair in getting what he wants. He had come to stay, and stay for a long long time. No matter whoever tried to come in his way of making America great again.
By Adeena Khan
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