At this point, I was mortified. I enjoyed most of my classmates, but now that I realized how many people were on his side. I was astounded. I kept trying to remind myself that he would not win, and that it was nearly impossible. But now I wasn't so sure of that anymore.
TRUMP! TRUMP! TRUMP!
Ladies and gentlemen the votes are closing soon! They're neck and neck! Who will be our next President?
I went to bed that night with the fear of waking up to the new U.S.A with an unworthy snob as our leader. I knew I would be taunted by my classmates if Clinton lost...
I can only describe the one feeling I had that morning. Fear. Donald's crude tweets and corrupt opinions could cause the downfall of the U.S. or even war.
Hey Brooke, I'd thought I'd let you know, Trump won the election! Isn't that great!?!
I immediately called my dad. I was afraid of the riots and the strikes that could potentially be outside the Sheraton's doors.
Dad, I'm scared.
Brooke, you'll be fine. You're safe, don't worry
As expected, there were plenty. My class avoided historical monuments, buildings, and landscapes for the day.