The students in my class are making a satire story. Please bear in mind that they are just messing around. You don't need to be unnecessary harsh on their writing. These are young kids.

Chapter One: Origins

-Flashback

The night air, was cold and warm and wet and dry. So was Donald J. Trump. He had just lost another wife to divorce and he was feeling kind of lonely.

"Man, I, Donald J. Trump, hereby swear that I have lost the love of my life; Hillary Rodham Clinton. Nooooooooooo!"

He could remember the stiffness of her tracksuit the day they met. The way her cackle would start and stop when he told jokes.

"Ha. Ha. Ha….. ha…. Ha…. Ha. Ha."

He loved her barracuda-like hair. It reminded him of a monster from the depths of the ocean. He could still smell the aroma of flowers that came from her expensive flower-shoes.

She could be a brat sometimes and have tantrums. That one time she almost didn't murder someone testifying against her.

Good times. Good times. He missed that. Almost the same way the assassin missed his target.

He missed when they actually loved each other.

'Hillarrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! He cried to the heavens, "I'm so lonely, and rich! And good-looking, smart, the only guy who can fix America. Hashtag; Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Trumprulez."

Then, suddenly, from behind him, Donald heard a strict, witchy voice, "In 1990, I worked for Children's Defense fund," Hillary Clinton stepped into the light, "In the 2000s I served as senator from the great state of New York, and I worked as Secretary of State for the Obama administration. But Donald," She placed her wrinkled claw-like hand on his lapel, "I've always loved you! Mwah! Mwah!"

Her kisses her sloppy, wet, and disgusting against his orange, gigantic lips. They each kissed with abandon, ignoring their advanced age and lack of personal lack of 'legitness'. Leathery skin, pink and orange, met like sunset.

"Well, I've never loved you so, byeee!" Donald wept like a small baby as he fled from her.

"Donald! No! Don't be afraid! I'm an expert in foreign policy, law, and LOVE!"

After fighting for about two hours, Donald went up to their room and started sobbing.

"HILLARYYY, WHHYYYY, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED MEEEE!"

"DONALD, I LOVE YOUUUUU!"

"THEN ADMIT YOU LOVE MEEEE"

"You firrrrrst!"

"Your mom!"

"YOUR MOM!"

"I hate you. I love you!"

Hillary told him that night, "I can't love you, because I love nothing more than being president of the United States."

And Donald said, "I love nothing more than being the most hated person in America. Hashtag; realifeevents, trumpvodka, heartbreak."

Then she flew up the stairs and plopped on the bed and gave him a sloppy kiss.

Nine months later, Clay Jensen was born.

Next Chapter, Clay learns the truth.

"CLAY COME DOWNSTAIRS!", my mother called.

"Coming." I said back. "GOOD MORNING SON!" my dad yelled.