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The point of view is 3rd person but it may change in other stories.
It was an average day in where ever the fuck Trump lives, or so everyone thought.
Trump was sitting in his giant living room, as he doesn't have any work on today for once.
"Daddy!" Trump's favourite child calls out running into the room. "Can we go on the roof of the tall building? I heard it looks really pretty, and everyone has to listen to you."
"You know what my child? I'll do this for you. Only because your my favourite child, your siblings are annoying." Trump replies.
Trump orders his driver to come pick him with his fanciest car. Then they hop in the car and set off to the tallest building in the town.
When they arrive Trump orders guards to stand at the entrance to the building.
They walk up to the lift, just Trump, and Trump Jnr and get in heading to the top floor.
"Okay my child we are on the top floor is this good enough for you?" Trump asks.
"No, no, no, I asked to go to the top, not the top floor." Trump Jnr replies.
"Well the lift don't go any higher so this is it." Trump says.
"There are stairs. Wait are you scared? do you think there is someone up there who is going to push you off or something?" Trump Jnr asks.
"What? Don't be ridiculous, I'm not scared. I'll go up the stairs if you stop being such a brat.". Trump responds.
They head up the stairs Jnr practically running, and Trump taking his sweet old ass time, like he has 100 years to walk up those stairs. When they get to the top Jnr opens the door revealing a pretty city view.
They stare at it for a bit before Jnr suggests that they should get closer to the edge, Trump tries to shut this idea down but Jnr wont let him. As they edge close to the side of the rooftop Jnr starts talking.
"Hey daddy, what do you think hell is like?"
"Now why child, do you think I would know?"
"Because you are about to go there."
"Don't be silly, why would I be-" but Trump is cut off by the hands of his own child pushing him over the edge of the building.
There is a moment of silence before it clicks in Donald's pea brain what is happening. Trump screams and screams as he falls, picking up speed every second, until he reaches the floor. His blood goes everywhere and his guards don't know what to do. An ambulance is called, but it is to late, he has died by the hands of his own child and gravity.
Police cars roll up and the police run up the building getting to the top and finding the child.
"Kid, did you see what happened?" one of the officers ask.
"I pushed him. Don't worry I wont push you, he was my daddy and lots of people hate him, and so do I. And I knew I would be the only one able to get rid of him without him being thinking something was wrong, so I did. Also I don't care if I go to jail, as long as he is dead." Jnr answers.
"Honestly kid, don't tell anyone, but we all hated him to, so we are going to let you free. But if you tell anyone, you will have to go to jail. Okay?" The officer replies.
"Okay, he fell of the edge when he was looking at the view." is what Jnr comes up with as a cover story.
------------THE NEXT DAY-----------
(New reporter on the tv)
"People are going crazy after Donald Trump died Yesterday from falling of a building. People seem to be celebrating his death with pride parades. I guess the LGBTQ+ really have our back. But it's not just them, people are throwing giant parties everywhere and hanging up their American flags saying 'It's finally our country again and not his'. This is Megan Jay signing off to go celebrate."