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It was 2025, and New York was looking more wicked than ever. Melania looked outside the car and saw people storming over the car, under and besides. This is insane, Melania thought to herself as her husband Donald Trump held her shoulder. The touch made her feel disgusted with herself. After project 2025 people started to storm the cities in protest because of the rigorous laws that were set on the people. Melania Trump knew that people hated her because of it, she knew that they could never hate the man that caused it so they always blame the women besides him. Slovenia has much better decorum. She slumbered back to sleep to avoid the unnecessary ruckus that was causing outside the car.
Donald had woken her up with his raspy breath and small lips that gave Melania nightmares. She took her Birkin bag, which she knew and recently bought from Paris by her assistants of course. French people were too arrogant for her anyways which is why she would never go there by choice. Another thousand dollars in my pocket, she thought as the paparazzis flooded hers and Donald's face with countless photos taken. Although she liked the money in her pocket, she had enough to sustain her and she was borderline sick of being in the presence of this dictator! She had to hatch a plan for Donald to finally get sick of her and decide to divorce her for good, so she can live her life freely without paparazzi at every corner of her house!
After finishing with the fake smiles and waves they were finally inside their home. Melania rested her face and looked straight at her husband “I want separate rooms”. Donald Trump only scoffed “you are not leaving my bedroom sweetie”. Melania hated the way he called her sweetie, it sent shivers down her spine. She knew that Trump knew this, but it somehow infatuated him more that the way he speaks frightens her. Melania knew this was her life, and her mistake. The only thing she had left to do was to fix it, but how? This is one of the most powerful men in the country, there was no way she could go up against this man. Unless, she made the whole country hate her enough for him to divorce her.
She made a list, a thorough list which contained all the details she had to go through in order for Trump to divorce her. This man thought of her as his property and victim. There was no way that she was still going to be married to him. She looked at her list, Perfect, she thought and decided to go over it again.
Plan A: Make a drunken scene at the white house party that is being held with all present senators, politicians and candidates to embarrass Trump into divorcing her.
She looked at her perfect plan, not only will the annoying politicians avoid her after this but she will also most likely not remember any one of it. The only bad quality with the plan is the major hangover she might have after the party, but that was a price she was willing to pay. The party was going to be held on December 2nd, which means she had to dress accordingly. She put a beautiful Alexander McQueen latest edition on the bed and was satisfied with the outcome.
She had the perfect dress, the perfect shoes and the perfect bag. Now the only thing in her mind was getting stone cold drunk. She made her way to the drinks, ignoring all the people that she pushed and walked past. She realised that she pushed one person particularly hard, but she did not care at the moment. All she could do was ignore and drink which she did and she also forgot until she woke up in bed, but not next to her husband. In fact she was confused at how long and beautiful this person's hair was. Until the person started to stretch over and she finally saw their face.
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Kamala Harris was mad, she was mostly mad at herself of course. Her lavender marriage, her failed reputation and the fact that she lost that damn election. First female president was never going to be easy, but she thought she had it. She really did. All she did felt bitter and rejection. She sighed as she banged her coffee cup on the counter. “Whoa easy there” Douglas Emhoff said. “I just can’t” Kamala Harris replied “I feel like I need to release my frustration somewhere”. Douglas gave Kamala a look “Why don’t you just sleep with a woman, that is what you always do”. Kamala sat down next to him “I can’t just sleep with whoever I want Douglas, or the whole country would know”. Douglas just scoffed and went back to the newspaper.
Her heart was bitter and shaking, she knew that the world was over. Everyone was screaming her name looking for answers but there was nothing she could actually do. Her heart felt heavy for her people. Why can’t she do anything? Why must she always be this useless? Kamala bit back her own words and remained professional, she had to because that is what she always did. She could feel her husband's eyes on her from behind as he slowly left her alone in the room, again. She never loved Douglas, but he was better company than most. She really needed that company right now, no she did not. She was craving someone to love and love hard. She looked up at the ceiling and damned herself for the mistake she was about to commit.
It was December 2nd and she was going to join a party established to celebrate the new elected president. Great Kamala Harris thought, Another reason to hate life. She started to curse herself but also whatever divine being that put her in this position. What good is fame if all it brings is failure? I am nothing but a failure, she thought, no I am not a failure, I am just a woman. The tone she imagined made her even more depressed. She tried to brush it off and looked at today's outfit. A black dress that showed enough cleavage and knees to make the republicans faint, that was the victory that Kamala needed today. She had worn a black thong and a black bra to match today's staggering dress. She looked invincible.
She walked into the house and everybody was staring, rightfully so. Her mother, who accused her of being a prostitute her whole life because of her big breasts, was nothing that could be brushed off. Sometimes she blamed herself and her figure for losing the election, but she did not want to fall into that rabbit hole and decided to focus on work and family instead. Her red lipstick was vibrant and every person she talked to, man and woman decided to look at them. She was having the time of her life and drinking until someone decided to push into her extremely hard. “Hello, excuse me ma’am” she said to the woman who was the current president's wife who decided to walk past and ignore her instead of excusing her. I know I lost the election, but this is far from okay. She decided to walk up to Melania and confront her, but she could not find her.
She looked everywhere for that damn wretched woman. Where could that slavic witch have gone? Kamala thought while trying to avoid every disgusting glance of the men that she walked past, never going to happen, she thought to the eyes that continued to follow her. She was going to give up looking for Melania until finally she found her almost passed out. A US senate, John Boozman was touching her very inappropriately in a corner. “Hey, what do you think you are doing senate” John was shocked, but not even a second later extremely annoyed. “Just walk away whore” he said while holding the almost passed out Melania. Extremely pissed Kamala walked up to John and Melania and told him “Give her to me, or your career is over Boozman. I may have lost the election, but I won’t lose this”. John contemplated for a bit, but finally decided to let Melania go. “I guess whores do stick together” John snickered and walked away.
Kamala Harris was extremely confused. Not only did she save her number one enemy's wife, but she decided to secretly kidnap her to a hotel down the street so no one found out. Kamala was sceptical of what to do, she looked at the almost passed out Melania and decided to make a phone call. Before she could make a single one Melania had stopped her. “What are you doing there gorgeous” her slavic accent made things seem extremely sexual to Kamala when it shouldn't, but she was too drunk to even bother thinking about it. Before she could do anything Melania had made out with Kamala and one thing led to another.