Chapter 1
Dedicated To Sven
The world is over. Trump won the 2020 election and now we are all fucked. How could those stupid Americans let that bastard win again?
“This is bloody bullshit!” I yell, throwing the TV remote at the wall as my voice rang across my room. “He’s fookin’ racist and doesn’t know shit! God damn, why?” How are we ever supposed to make a change if they have him as the President of the United States?
My phone vibrates in my pocket and doesn’t stop. Looks like the BHC is going mad over the election. I open up my phone and go on Twitter. I’m right. They’re going absolutely insane over fucking Mr. Trump’s victory.
My eyes scan over all the tweets, all pretty much expressing their anger. Our anger. But there is nothing to do. We can’t just fire the president.
My eyes stop on a tweet. It’s a ridiculous tweet, but it has my mind spinning
@YUNGBLUD should be prez of the USA, he’d do a much better job than the orange
I continue to stare at the tweet. I mean, could I actually become president? Doesn’t the US have some requirements to even become president. If they didn’t, I’m pretty sure Kanye West would already be president. My phone suddenly dings and I see a new tweet from Kanye West. I laugh, wow, such timing.
“God is so good 😊 Today i am voting for the first time in my life for the President of the United States, and it’s for someone I truly trust...me.”🇺🇸 🕊️
-ye ( @kanyewest ) November 3, 2020
Wait, this is a couple of days old...HOLY FOOK HE WAS RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT AND LOST?
What is wrong with America?
I slump down onto my bed and close my eyes.
How can I run for president?
*time skip 1 month later*
Trump and the vice president were shot.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
I lay in bed, trying to sleep, but I am just too hyper. I can’t be still. I’m excited, I feel like something big is going to happen. Something that can change my life forever. I sit up in my bed and push my red locks out of my eyes. I twist the ring on my finger and look around for my phone. Opening Twitter, I post a tweet.
Something big is gonna happen mates. Idk wat yet, but something big.
-yungblud
The comments start coming in almost immediately and I smile, adoring how dedicated my fans are.
In recent weeks, people started a petition. They wanted me to be president. More people have been talking about it lately, bringing more supporters everyday.
Suddenly my phone rings. It’s an unknown number. I was weary to answer it, but I accept the call anyway.
“Is this Dominic Harrison?” A low, deep voice asks over the phone.
“Yes, now who the hell is this?” I ask, turning down Social Repose’s Island Of Yours. Truly an amazing song by the way.
“This is the US Government, we need you,” the man said. Wait, hold the fuck up. The US Government? Needs me?
“What the bloody hell? What do you want?” I practically yell, demanding answers.
I heard the man sigh, “The people have decided. Dominic Harrison, you are the new US President.”
My eyes widen. Holy fook BHC, you actually made it happen. I laugh loudly. “Holy fook, this is mental!”
“We’re almost to your home, be ready. Pack the things you want to take with you to the White House.”
I can’t believe this.
I, Dominic Harrison from Doncaster, UK, is the President of the United States.
*time skip to a year later*
Halsey and I hold hands as I make an empowering speech in support of the LGBTQ Community, and after I am done, I perform my song Parents for the crowd. They went crazy of course, because I am fookin awesome.
The world has gotten a lot better since I became president. My vice president is Kanye West and the first lady is Hasley.
Life is good.
And that is the story of how I became the President of the United States.
