The red button. You know, that is really something you look towards every day, and try not to press. You watch the news slowly corrupt itself and social media make people addicted and change their lives negatively. As a president myself, I thought I had all the power.
But I guess I don't. Now I watched the red button in the white room. There was a simple white and concreate table and concreate chair for me to rest upon as I decided. I looked to the button, back to the table, and bit my lips.
I frowned. "You know, I honestly wished people knew how this felt like. Half of my own country hates me for every little thing I do, and everything I do is posted on the news, or plastered as backroom gossip on the phones and computers." His orange skin was cold in the silent room, and his hair stood still. "I honestly wish people got it. I don't know how to make the world a better place. All I can really do is assume the worst and aim for the best. But somehow no matter when I do that people seem to have no end." "Is the nation just that unconscious?" His face balled up into wonder. "Well there's one thing for sure, if luck and timing isn't on your side you are definitely going to seem unconscious. But other than that, who knows." Trump ranted. "And the education system. I know it gives basic science, reading skills, and math. But I mean social study's suck because they give no holistic view. They need to show how small actions made a big difference." Trump nodded. "Ah, I'm going to go. I just really hope I can do something right for once."