Donald Trump and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
It was finally the Big Yuge day. The day of the inauguration! Donald woke up, rolled out of the bed, and stretched. He walked over to the mirror, and looked at himself nervously. “Things are going to go great,” he said, splaying his tiny hands to the side. He brushed his teeth, remembering to count to 120 as his mother once told him. He was going to need everything to go perfectly on the most of day of his life.
“Your next president of the United States, Donald Trump!!!” Donald took a deep breath. He had a speech that he had looked over the night before. It seemed bland, but he was okay with that. It wasn’t really important if he didn’t say anything meaningful, as long as he didn’t offend anyone. It was important that this inauguration went without a hitch. He closed his eyes as he stepped on the stage and took the microphone from its stand.
It was going perfectly! The crowds were captivated by his every word, and laughed at all of the right places. He was on fire.
But then the crowd’s attention started to wander. People started to look and point up. The buzz of a helicopter filled the national mall. Donald looked, and saw a jet-black helicopter starting to land in front of him. The helicopter touched down, and a lone figure walked out.
The figure started to walk towards Donald, who could only see a silhouette because of the bright lights shining in his face. He stepped onto the stage, and Donald’s eyes widened as he realized who he was. He started to say “You’re-” but Kayne West snached the microphone from his hand and screamed:
“Yo, Donald, I’m really happy for you, I’ma let you finish, but Hillary had one of the best campaigns of all time! One of the best campaigns of all time!”