A Letter Not Posted - (2)

A Letter Not Posted - (2)

Few letters just don't find their place in the letter box...

Dear Principal,

I hope this letter never reaches you. At least not until I pass out from school. After I pass out though one day, I shall frame this letter and post it to the school authorities and make them put it up in your office, in your hating memory.I haven’t liked you one bit since you’ve come to our school. You, with your clean-shaven face that always stinks of too much aftershave, can just not help but act so pricey. You think this school is your money-minting machine, and us your slaves. We are sick and tired of your money-extracting schemes, at least I am.

Remember the last time I said good morning to you? Well what I mean was, I hope your wife leaves you for a younger man and your son murders you for money, the money that really was never yours.

The last time I flunked, you called my parents and discussed it with them. You asked them to make sure I study. Like really, how does it effect your life how I fare? Just do your job man! Stop interfering in other people’s life. Didn’t your mommy ever teach you that?

You know the time you crashed our big farewell party, well, if I put together the swearing every kid did, the sentence would reach the moon. Sorry, even beyond! Incase you wondered why your car tyres were flat every Monday, well your car always stood outside the auditorium on Mondays and we guys just could not help but give you a piece of our mind. And what better?When you caught me and my girl kissing and snickered at us like that, I wished with all my heart that you loose your teeth. Just confessing, I think that wish resulted in the loss of your front tooth” really, you should stay away from kissing spots, next you know, you’d need dentures.You told me I could do nothing in life. At least I didn’t end up being a fat executioner like you! I finally landed up working for a multi-national company making big bucks. One of these days, at your funeral, when all would be shedding tears, I would shed few too — too much laughing does that to you.

Anyhow, it’s a waste of valuable time to even write this letter. I am placing this in the bin without tearing it apart. Perhaps one day when you become a garbage man, you read this letter, and realize how incredibly awful you really are.

From, Me