Creative Writing: America Great Again

How could he just treat us all like we were cattle as if it was nothing? The speedometer crept up to 60 miles per hour. Didn’t he care that people everywhere were starving? How could he do this? When he was elected he promised that he would Make America Great Again. 70 miles per hour. I had to get to the rally. We needed change, we could be that change. 80 miles per hour. My thoughts were interrupted as my eyes caught the reflecting glow of red and blue lights paint the night sky behind me. Crap. I pulled over and turned off the car, ready to feed the officer behind me a great line about how my grandmother was on her death bed and wanted me and only me to be at her side. My eyes shifted and glanced to the side mirror, the officer straightened out his already tucked in uniform and smoothed his hands over his hair as he made his way from his cruiser. Great, I thought. I wonder how many reprimands this stiff is gonna write me up for. My record already had 14 points on it for picketing, 6 more and I’d be in real trouble. He knocked on the window
He scanned the documents and leaned his head into the window, once again shining his flashlight in my eyes. “Thats a little bright don’t ya think?” I asked “Yeah, well, that was a little fast to be driving, don’t you think? Is there a reason you were going so fast young lady?” He asked harshly I thought about telling him about my fake ailing grandmother, but I knew that Officer Stick in the Mud would never buy it. I drew out a slow breath and looked at the officer, and pointed to the diamond sticker on the windshield of my car that read “REBEL ALLIANCE”. He looked at me and I watched as his brow furrowed and eye lids twitched. The officer took a few paces backwards and raised his hands over his head. “Look, I don’t want any trouble…” he started. “I know you don’t”. I started, “Can we keep it that