Author's Note: I would like to apologize to everyone for taking sooooo long to update. I only had my iPad to write fanfictions on and it's really annoying to write on there. I finally got my laptop back so I will be able to update more frequently, thank you.
It had been 5 months since the attack in Washington and the entire nation's initial panic had faded away into panging worry. Less people were out on the streets out of fear for nuclear fall out, which led to less and less businesses receiving income. The economy plummeted and things were looking very bleak in America. Hillary had gone into hiding along with the rest of her followers, rumors had begun that she has building an army capable of taking over America. Though she could technically blow up the world whenever she wanted.
Currently Barron Trump was outside the smokey ruins that used to be the White House. During the attack a fire broke out, and it managed to burn down America's most iconic real estate. Barron turned to his group of bodyguards and said, "Well it was smaller than Trump Tower anyway, and besides we can rebuild a mansion that's even better." But inside Barron felt glum, mostly because all of his stuff was destroyed in the fire. "I think I'd like to return to school now." Turnip nodded and the bodyguards surrounded Barron in a protective bubble. In case anyone tried to attack Barron, which was unlikely as there was nobody else on the street. Barron rolled his eyes and allowed him to be escorted into the large black Cadillac. Barron wasn't a fan of school, but it was better than staying home all the time. The car drove out of D.C. and into Maryland, where Barron's school was located. After about an hour and a half of driving they finally arrived in front of St. Andrew's Episcopal School. Barron thanked the driver and gave him a small tip of $100. He forgot his backpack at home, but the teachers wouldn't dare punish him for not having his homework done. With the snap of his fingers he could have them deported to the Atlantic Ocean. He strolled up to the school's doors and went inside.
Immediately he was greeted with the sight of young students scurrying to class. Barron stepped into the current of kids and tried to make his way to his classroom, but he kept getting pushed and jostled. He became irritated as it seemed as if none of the kids paid him any attention, which was something he was not used to. "EVERYONE STOP MOVING AND LET YOUR KING THROUGH," Barron screeched. Instantly the children stood stock still, eyeing Barron with a combination of fear and distaste. Barron rolled his eyes and stalked his way way down the hallway. He felt hundreds of eyes staring at him, but he didn't care they weren't worth his attention. Eventually he came in front of door 15, his classroom. He turned back to the frozen students, "YOU MANY CONTINUE ON WITH YOUR MEANINGLESS LIVES." He then opened the door and stepped inside, he then made sure to slam the door closed as hard as he could. He glanced around the room, most of his classmates had already arrived and were staring at him. He ignored them and sat down in his seat next to the window.
"Pssst, hello sire," Barron turned his head to see that it was his best friend Richie. "It's been a while since you've been in school, how have you been?"
Barron thought about the question before answering, "I've been better, it's amazing that people don't treat me like a prince when I basically am."
Richie nodded his head, "Yes, I'm afraid that these commoners don't have a grasp that manners exist. You shouldn't worry though, respect from them is the same as obedience from a dog."
Barron laughed, it was funny because it was true. Other people might as well be animals to Barron, they were in completely different levels of society. "I thought that since we went to a private school there'd be less thots, but I suppose they're everywhere." He said while watching a group of girls using the dog filter on Snapchat.
Richie shrugged, revealing the expensive jewelry that he was wearing. Most of it cost more than the average American life. Barron smirked as he looked at the other kids. Everyone else was wearing their school uniforms, while Barron was wearing all Gucci. The teachers didn't bother enforcing uniform rules on him. The teacher finally arrived just in time to begin teaching mathematics. After about 10 minutes of that, the principal's voice came over the intercom. "May Barron Trump please be excused to the principal's office." As a single body the class went 'oooooooooo' Baroon glared at them as he gathered his things. 'Of course the principal has to embarrass me infront of the entire class. Wait till my father hears about this.' He strutted to the front of the class and out the door.
Barron slowly strolled down the hallway to the principal's office thinking to himself. 'What did I do this time? The always pick on me because I'm the most talented and attractive kid in this school.' His thoughts were interrupted as he noticed that he was in front of the principal's door. He sighed and opened the heavy door to reveal the principal at his desk and Sarah Huckabee Sanders standing beside him. "Ugh what is going on?" Barron whined. Barron really didn't like Sarah Sanders, she was just too masculine for a woman.
The principal cleared his voice, "Mrs. Sanders here said that you needed to be brought home at once, she claimed it was an emergency."
Sarah nodded her head gravely. "Wait so I get to leave this dump early? That's a relief." The principal raised an eyebrow at his rudeness but said nothing.
"We'll explain everything to you when we get home." Sarah said grabbing Barron's hand with her large mannish ones. Barron recoiled at being touched by someone, but her gripe was so strong that he was trapped. "Bye Mr. Principal, I hope you don't watch CNN." Sarah then proceeded to drag Barron all the way to the Cadilac where she tossed him in the back seat like a sack of potatoes. She then got into the driver's seat and started to drive to the Trump's new house. She tried to entertain Barron with the story about when she wrestled a full grown grizzly bear into submission, but he mostly slept through it. After a while they finally arrived in front of the Trump's residence, a place they like to call Trump's Triumph.