It was a cold February morning in Washington DC. Many people had decided to stay inside that day instead of adventuring out into the harsh winter air. Including the Trumps, Barron as per usual moodily sat in his room playing MineCraft by himself. Fuking Noob, he typed into game chat. Git gud or git out. Barron quietly chuckled to himself for his genius insult. He took a quick swig of Mt. Dew and grabbed a couple Doritos which he devoured. As he was sucking the succulent Dorito dust off his fingers there was a knock on his door. "Who dares?" Barron shouted, annoyed that someone would interrupt his fun time.

"Young master Barron, your mother requests your presence in the main hall." Turnip firmly replied.

Barron slumped in his chair and let out a huge groan. "But wwwwwhhhhhhyyyyyy?"

"She said that it was of upmost importance," Turnip said.

Hillary's warning flashed through Barron's mind but as soon as it came it was gone. Barron started spinning in his chair pondering whether or not to go. Eventually he decided that he might as well see if it was important, not like he cared or anything. He drug himself out of the chair and onto his feet and stumbled to the door, his legs had fallen asleep. He opened his door and peeked out, but Turnip had already left. "Nitwit, he should have waited for me," Barron grumbled under his breath. He pushed the door fully open and made his way to the main hall. Finally he made it to the door where he shoved it open to show how moody he was. Melania Trump was casually sitting on the couch reading a magazine, appearing to be totally oblivious to Barron's angst. For a while Barron stood there sifting his weight from side to side, hoping that his mom would try to comfort him or talk to him. Yet Melania continued to sit there flipping through pages skimming through articles. Finally Barron spoke up, "So you wanted to see me mother?

Melania finally looked up and had a stern look on her face. She slowly closed her magazine and placed it to her side and cleared her throat. "Barron, your father and I have come to the conclusion that you spend too much time on your little computer, you should be going outside and getting some much needed exercise."

Barron groaned and dramatically fell onto the couch, "Why does it matter? All parents do is make things not fun."

Melania rolled her eyes, "You obviously get your drama from your father. Besides I have some good news for you, I thought it would be a good idea for you to bring a date to our Valentine's day ball."

Barron shot to his feet lightning fast, "That's not fair! Why should I have to do that, I'm only 11."

"I think this might help you realize that there's more to life than video games. It you refuse to do it then you won't get any presents for three years."

"Well where am I supposed to get a date from huh? I refuse to spend my money on one."

"Ask a girl from school or something, if not I'll arrange something for you."

Barron tensed up, 'Ask someone from school...me?' He shuddered at the thought. 'They don't deserve someone as important as me, then there is only one option.' Barron looked down at his feet in embarrassment. "Could you uh...get a date for me?"

Melania looked at Barron with a twinkle in her eye, "Of course honey, I'll pick a special little lady just for you. Though the Valentine's Day Ball is tomorrow so I will have to pick someone fast." Barron nodded coyly and continued to stare at his feet. Melania got up and hugged her son. "Don't worry baby, it will be all right." She then kissed him on top of his head and said, "Go back to your video games, you have a big day tomorrow."