Creative Writing: My 10 Block Story Of Hillary Clinton

My 10 Block Story “Thank you Washington DC! Together, we can win this election,” I said as my closing sentence at my Rally. After that I thought to myself as I got in a car to go to the airport, that went well! I’ve got this election locked in! “Where to,” said my driver. “Washington DC Airport,” I said. “Yes Mrs. Clinton,” he said. Just as I was going through security check, I saw someone who looked just like my campaign opponent, Donald Trump. He was standing next to a tall, sophisticated man, maybe his body guard? I’m not quite sure. I decided I should stay far away from them so they don’t notice me, but not so far that I can’t see them. Maybe he’ll say something I can use against him! This will be fun. After we’re past security check,

Then out of nowhere a swarm of cameras and microphones flocked towards Trump! I didn’t want him to know I’ve been following him so I dashed and dove behind a flight sign. A reporter asks Trump a question, “Mr. Trump, how do you feel about Hillary Clinton and women in general?” Trump said, “Honestly, women are pigs and men deserve better. If you are voting for Hillary you are out of your mind. Hillary if you’re there, here’s what I have to say to you,” Trump sticks his tongue out and jolted past the swarm of reporters. Once the reporters were gone, I inched out from behind the sign. I can’t believe how immature Trump is, I thought. After I could focus again, I couldn’t see him anywhere. I lost Donald

I decide to come forward. “Hello Mr. Trump,” I say. “What are you doing here,” he says. “I’ve been following you around for what feels like 10 Blocks. It was very immature and foolish of me. But I hear you say some very rude things that the people of America would be very offended to hear,” I said. “Oh yes, they would,” said his body guard. “Oh no,” I said. “What is it,” said Mr. Trump. “My flight left an hour ago,” I said. “How about this? I give you a ride in my private jet is you promise not to tell people what I said,” said Mr. Trump. I guess there’s no other option, I thought to myself. “I believe I don’t have any other options,” I said to Trump. “Alright, come on in,” said Mr.