Heaving the remains of a Dippin’ Dots cup out of the window onto the following motorcade limo, the President continued: “Jill and I will deal with the rest of him at home. Boy’s wild! I’ve been reading all about it, shoulda been raised better!”

When asked to clarify, the President’s eyes widened and quickly searched the limo interior, “Alright I’ll bite! Who’s Hunter Brandon??”

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When I (23F) was 10, in my last year of elementary school, I had a female teacher who really, really disliked me. I came late every day because my parents always forgot to wake me up (I'm the oldest of 5 so they expected me to be responsible which is fair in my opinion) I had to go to school on my own (it was 3 mins away from my house but still) and in my opinion my time online on my computer in my room till 4-5am every night was more valuable then elementary school, especially because my grades where still all perfect nevertheless my special routine.

The teacher (28F) would always be nice to all girls in the class besides me. She would give random comments about my hair, the way I speak and tell me that eventough I'm intelligent I will never get anywhere in life with only good grades. (which I was thingking of: this is elemtary school tf)She oftens told me I needed to be more feminine, do my hair in a pony tail and wear less hoodies and all that bs. I think the worst part is that I wasn't a girl whom mostly hung out with guys or anything, ok I did sleep in the same clothing as I went to school in. I didnt brush my hair every morning and I mostly weared black, green, brown, dark blue and grey clothing. BUT I WAS STILL KIND OF A GIRL GIRL. Like, I was just wearing whatever my dad would buy for me I really really did not care about it. BUT all of my friends where girls, I liked horses, I played girl games on my computer mostly and I disliked hanging around with boys. I really disliked boys. And the most annoying thing was, that my whole friend group really really loved this teacher and they would talk about girly things etc and I would feel very excluded. Cringe I know but true.

Of course, at some point she started complaining to my mom about me not being on time ever and oftentimes not looking like I care for myself that much. Mum tried but couldn't change this. I just started locking my door and sleeping with my headphones on. Oftentimes I would pull allnighters (like 2-5 times a week) and would still sit with my headphones on all the time and only go to school after finishing everything online/on my computer which I wanted to do. I couldnt care less about missing sitting still in class listening to things getting explained to average brains while all of it was self-explanatory for me. All I needed to be on time for is the last 10 minutes before the first break (which was like 10:30 I believe) to quickly make the schoolwork on paper, which I always did and I did it very well. The only bad grading/evaluation Ive ever had about schoolwork is my handwriting, and well.. speed does secrefice some aesthetic details i would say yes but I knew those things didnt matter later in life (I acted like I was 18+ online back then and I always spoke to older people so I knew a lot about the adult and/middle/High school life).

Anyhow, so this teacher her hatred for me grew more and more every time she had to see me rocking her stupid elementary maths anf language tests without bothering to ever paying attention in class and even not being there for like at least 70% of the time. (Forgot to say; most of the time I would just make up an excuse to not go to school.). So she made a thing up which could bother me hopefully enough to be more engaging. Of course at some point the time came where my parents started treathning disabling the ethernet cable for my pc times if I didnt go to school. So I had to get back in that stupid game of theirs. Which I did, to not sacrifice my virtual life.

So I started going to school. Every. Day. But of course, I had my ways to survive.

Going to school every day, didnt mean I had to be on time every day. So, I never came on time. This brilliant teacher tought she could teach me a lesson by letting me stay inside during every break. All alone.

So besides having to deal with her harassment, I also had to deal with loneliness and boredom on my own. Which I very easily resolved by simply randomly damaging things around in school during my breaks while making sure no one is watching. One of which things was; the toilet walls. I started writing hatefull things about my teacher on the wall, drawing swastika's ect. Keep in mind that I was never known for being verbally or unverbally aggressive.. So no one considerd me being the one doing it. Also I stole others their markers to do it since obviously I never acquired any type of school accessories besides a grey pencil and a blue pen because I didnt think all the other things where nessasery..

So the moment came, my teacher had us gathered around a couple mornings later after the school cleaner found the toilet bathroom paintings.. (it was mostly just hate speech about my teacher and random war symbols). I was shocked to realize that in about 2-3 days which had passed after me doing that to the bathroom walls, almost none of my classmates even realized it was there.. Which was good, very good for me. Because now everybody else seemed even more suspecious in a way and I could blend in easier.

She announced that from that moment on everytime someone will want to use the restroom, they will have to write down their name on a list and only 1 person could go at a time and they will need to tell afterwards if the new cleaned walls has been written on again, so that way they would know that the previous person who had been there did it. Every class in school which used our bathroom had to do it and their teacher would write down the time and their name when the person goes to the bathroom. Only 3 classes used the same restroom.

Regardless, something has gotten the best of me that day when I went to the bathroom after the girl my teacher probably liked the most went to the bathroom before me. I came into the bathroom, and she actually accidently (i think at least, or she rlly didnt gaf and wanted to see if it was me) left one of her markers in there.. welp we all know what I did, I drew swastikas and hatespeech over the wall very quickly, left the marker there (she was the only one using that brand as well) and after I came back, I said the bathroom had been drawn over again to the teacher. She came to check the bathroom, saw the marker, saw who was there before me, checked what kind of markers she uses and she outlashed on her. The girl disacknowledged everything and she even got bullied for it by some other girls for some time. She seemed to be ashamed of it but she couldve been acting, idk this was way too long ago..

Nevertheless, this just popped up in my head and I tought to share it here.

Does that little son of a bitch not learn manners?! He can’t even pardon himself when he makes a mistake?! His father has to do it for him?! Why I oughta-

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Title: "Love in the Age of Ego"

Genre: Satire/Romantic Comedy

INT. A LAVISHLY DECORATED ROOM IN TRUMP TOWER - NIGHT

(The camera pans around the room, showcasing gold-plated everything—walls, furniture, even the chandeliers. In front of the camera, perched grandly on a velvet couch, sits DONALD TRUMP, wearing a crisp white shirt and his signature red tie. He’s scrolling through his phone.)

TRUMP
(leaning back, looking smug)
I gotta say, nobody does social media like me. People think I’m just a businessman, but I’m a STAR on Twitter. There's not a person in this country that doesn't know about the great things I've done.

(He grins at his own reflection in a nearby mirror, admiring himself.)

CUT TO: INT. SPACEX GROUND CONTROL CENTER - SAME TIME

(ELON MUSK, disheveled but somehow charismatic, stands in front of a giant monitor. All around him, engineers appear anxious, but Elon is totally unfazed. He’s sipping on a beverage that seems way too futuristic.)

ELON
(to himself, chuckling)
People underestimate the power of... whatever this is I’m drinking. But that’s exactly why I’m the one taking humans to Mars.

(Suddenly, the screen lights up with a breaking news alert—“Trump Announces Ambitious New Venture: Space Golf Course.”)

ELON
(eyes wide, turns to his engineers)
What an idiot! No one’s going to Mars to play golf. But you know…

(He strokes his chin thoughtfully.)

ELON (cont’d)
It could be fun to do a little business with that man. Maybe I could save him from himself.

INT. TRUMP TOWER - LATER THAT NIGHT

(Elon arrives at Trump Tower, where he is greeted by TRUMP who is standing in front of a life-sized portrait of himself.)

TRUMP
(arms wide open)
Elon! Welcome! The most genius man in the universe, here in my fantastic tower.

ELON
(raising an eyebrow)
Wonderful décor you have here, Donald. Is it 1980s chic or are you trying for a post-apocalyptic look?

(Trump frowns, but brushes off the comment.)

TRUMP
Let’s skip the niceties. I’m here to talk business!

ELON
(smirks)
Oh, I’m sure that’s not all you want to talk about.

TRUMP
(leaning in conspiratorially)
There’s something about you, Elon. You’re ambitious, fiercely intelligent—but you know what really makes you tick?

(He lowers his voice.)

TRUMP (cont’d)
Your almost… evil genius.

ELON
(pauses, intrigued)
Funny, I was thinking the same about you.

(They both share a laugh that sounds eerily like a villainous cackle.)

TRUMP
What if we combine forces, huh? You take us to Mars, I’ll build the world’s tallest golf course there.

ELON
And I’ll launch electric golf carts powered by SpaceX rockets. Not to mention the after-party, complete with martinis made from moon dust.

(They lock eyes and a tense silence hangs in the air, full of both rivalry and odd affection.)

INT. TRUMP TOWER BALCONY - LATER  

(Trump looks out at the Manhattan skyline, an imposing figure against the backdrop of the twinkling city lights.)

TRUMP
You know, I get a lot of hate. A tremendous amount of hate. But the thing is, I thrive on it. You know that sensation when you win against all odds?

(Elon joins him, their shoulders almost brushing.)

ELON
I feel that every time I send a car into orbit. You see, Donald, you’re right—there’s a beauty in being the villain.

(TRUMP turns, excitement bubbling over his usual brash demeanor.)

TRUMP
Imagine the headlines! “Frenemies to Lovers: The New Power Couple in Space!”

(They both laugh again, looking into each other's eyes, a strange attraction forming.)

ELON
(more seriously)
But let’s be real—our love is like our business models, precarious yet enticing. Unethical, perhaps, but exhilarating.

TRUMP
(leaning in, their faces inches apart)
And isn’t love just a risky venture, built on fails and wins?

(They both lean in as if for a kiss—then pull back suddenly.)

ELON
(mocking Trump’s signature phrase)
Truth is, you’re too much of a narcissist for me.

TRUMP
(chuckling)
And you’re too much of a mad scientist! How could we ever make this work?

POOL PARTY ON THE ROOFTOP - NIGHT

(A lavish party ensues, complete with extravagant decorations and world-class martinis. TRUMP and ELON each on opposite sides of the pool, eyeing each other.)

TRUMP (yelling)
I bet you 10 million! I can jump from here and dive in the pool while straightening out my tie!

ELON (in a playful tone)
I’ll raise you 50 million that I can thwack a golf ball into the pool with a rocket launcher!

(The crowd goes wild as both men poise themselves, ready to take the plunge into ridiculousness.)

TRUMP
(yelling again)
Some call us evil, ruthless—
(he glances at Elon)
but I call us... passionate.

(With a lewd grin, they both dive into the pool simultaneously, splashes soaring high as they resurface side by side, laughter mingling with the moonlight.)

ELON
(giggling like a schoolboy)
Two egos collide—what can I say?

(They come closer, the tension palpable as the onlookers cheer and jeer. A hint of romance lingers.)

TRUMP
(playfully)
After this, we should probably… take a trip to Mars together.

ELON
(with a sly smile)
Or maybe just really, really far away from this reality?

(They burst into laughter again, looking deeply into each other’s eyes as the party rages around them.)

FADE OUT.

TEXT ON SCREEN:
“Some loves are found in the most unlikely of places… even in the devious hearts of the world’s most notorious.”

THE END.

(Credits Roll - accompanied by a quirky, dangerously catchy tune.)

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