This is a story about Barron Trump. While his older siblings get all the attention he has been shunned into the background. This, is his story.

The Adventures of Barron Trump

It was a cool autumn day in Washington. The various trees were different shades of red and orange, and Halloween was just around the corner. The city was decorated for Halloween, even the White House had some pumpkins. The atmosphere was sparked with excitement as it would be the first family's first time celebrating Halloween in the White House. Everyone was elated except for one young child…

"MOM WHY CAN'T I GO TRICK OR TREATING THIS YEAR," yelled a very angry Barron Trump. He had just received the news that he would not be able to trick or treat that year. And he wasn't used to being denied something he wanted.

Melania Trump took a long sip from her cup of coffee, before setting it down on a nearby table. As if she was getting ready for a long speech. "Barron, as you might know your father is a very. . . important man. Now that he is president he has a huge responsibility to defend this country."

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"Well he is not a very well liked person, and people might hurt you because of that."

"If they try that then they'll be deported. Besides what's the worst that could happen?"

"Put poison in your candy, a drive by shooting, someone kidnapping you and holding you for ransom. I put some thought into this as well and I have to agree it's too dangerous even if you had armed guards."

Tears started rolling down Barron's face and he cried, "I hate you! My life isn't fair!" He then turned around and started running down the hallway.

"Sweetie wait!" Barron could hear his mom call after him, but he didn't care. He passed various servants and government officials, but he didn't slow down as he ran. Finally he reached the end of the hallway which led to a door onto the lawn. He shrugged on a Gucci coat and took off through the door. Barron ran until he came to the edge of the fence. He was tired and he was panting, because he didn't have to go to PE class. He glanced back to see if anyone was watching, he saw no one. He turned back and clumsily climbed the fence and tried lowering himself to the ground. His hand slipped and he fell onto ground. He got up grumbling and rubbing his sore rump. That's when he noticed something odd, he didn't see a living thing anywhere. Even the bugs seemed to be in hiding

"How strange," Barron muttered. "I thought my daring escape would be met with more opposition. Oh well I guess this makes things easier." Since he had no plan on where to go or what to do. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his diamond studded wallet and peered inside. He pulled out his smallest bill, a hundred dollar bill, and made a paper airplane. He casually tossed it into the air. There was a sudden gust of wind that picked up the dollar airplane and started carrying it down the street. "Hey, wait you fool!" He then preceded to run after it, wondering where it was going. After a while the airplane swirled straight into a dark storm drain.

"Ah man, I needed that for gas money." Barron trotted over to the storm drain he then got on his hands and knees and peered into the dark chasm. It was pitch black, but he thought he saw something that might've been his dollar. He leaned in closer and suddenly a figure materialized out of the shadows. He screamed and fell on his butt before he realized it was just Hillary Clinton.

Author's Note: This will be my new series, I don't know how many chapters it'll have. This is an It reference. All reviews are appreciated and thanks for reading!