Imagines

Unimaginable

I saw a story like this on TikTok, so I decided to make a version of my own!

Enjoy!!!

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I never wanted to be president, my parents wanted it for me. They wanted it more than I did. And somehow, Here I Am.

But now, they're dead.

And, I'm stuck married to a cheating, gold digging, attention seeking woman. I mean at first, when we dated, she was amazing, caring and overall an amazing person. and then, I ran for president and she wanted more. And as President, the youngest since Roosevelt, there are hundreds of interviews and questions. I grew used to the witch attempting to answer for me, everyone in the world knew she did it for attention. She came to me asking me to do something about it.. but what can I do? it's true.

Two years ago, in my introduction speech, I promised the world a solution to taxes being so high and income absorbing. Now, a year into my four year term, I've done it.  I have an interview with some kind of journalist. Her name...

Maya Jordan.

or more known as, MJ.

I've read her articles and watched some of her interviews, she seems on point and pr-

You have a wife.

She seems talented and good at her job. I mean she is supposed to be good at her job or else she- she wouldn't be the one interviewing me. I was told to send her a welcoming email but I was speechless and I didn't even have to talk to her-

" Sir, we've arrived." the guard that was driving, alerts me. I prepare to exit the car and come to face hundreds, if not thousands. of supporters and haters.

And just as I predicted, I was met with shouting and screaming and cheering and booing.

But, I noticed that the booing hadn't started until my "wife" exited the car. The thought made me giggle but I quickly covered my face.

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Eventually, after Amanda's attempt to posing with the crowd, we walked into the room in which the interview would be held. We were met with a dozen people working on cameras, doing makeup and her.

Maya Jordan.

"Hi!" she stands up and walks over to Amanda and I " I'm Maya. I'll be interview-" Amanda scoffs and rolls her eyes "Can someone else do it?" she shouts annoyingly. I roll my eyes and Maya notices "Please, ignore her. I've seen your articles, I see you're a bit of a comedian!?" she relaxes and Amanda looks at me like I just admitted to killing someone. Maya  looks at me with a surprised expression. "Really?" I nod " When something is trending that much, I have to check it out." she chuckles "Well, I feel honored." I smile.

And Amanda doesn't like getting a taste of her own medicine

oh well

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"Hi, I'm Maya Jordan, and today, we are here with president Henry to discuss the new plan to fix high tax rates. Hi, president Henry." she concludes with a smile

I smile back seeing the camera on me and Amanda watching closely. "Hello, Ms. Jordan!" I replied.

"To ensure we don't waste any of your time, let's get into the questions. Shall we?"