Dear

Dear Mrs. Scotto,

I really do hate you. I hate you so much that I want to throw you out the window. Sometimes during class when your being a jerk I imagine stabbing you or plowing you into a meat grinder. Ah, such wonderful thoughts. You may call me psychotic. Because truthfully, I think i'm a psycho too. In heart and in mind, I am crazy in both the good and bad way. Personally, I don't mind it.

But, that isn't the point. The point is to tell you how much I really do hate you.

My passion of hatred for you is like the burning of a thousand suns. I hate you so much that I wish you would just keel over in class. Though, I know that won't happen. At least, not while i'm here. Personally, I could care less about you life and what happened in it. And I could care less about how people were more civilized back then than it is now. Like you always tell us; Forget the past and pay attention to the present!

Good day to you, madam. Actually, let me rephrase that. Have a horrible day, madam.

Your beloved students,
Selena Castro