Haha, I changed your name to pooh! Thats funny, isnt it?
Mommy says I can’t say caca, but I can and I just did. So there mommy.
I need your help becos im angry with my frends. There all poopooheads and I want to hurt them all.
I snuck onto my mommys facbook page and wrote things on ther that woud hurt my frends. Like, I hate you and your a poopoohead and stuff like that and then I found out that this words went to my mommys boss and not to my frends.
She got pretty mad at me for that and said I shouldnt call people bad names like that but i say I can do what i want becos I’m mad.
when I was little my frends were nice but i’m 6 yers old now and now i hate them becos they wont do what I want and when I tell them teachers a baddie who eats little kids for lunch and cuts off ther noses to make doorbells, they say im a big fat liar who hates teacher.
Not true! I like teacher but she never give me good marks. I want good marks and she wont give me and then mommy gets mad and says i have to work hard but i think i’m too bizy with other things to do that.
So I want teacher and my frends to pay becos i’m so angry. and mad.
My grandmama plade with me one day after school and she wrot to Mommy and said i was an entitled little miss. I red her email and now I want to hert her too. I don’t know what an entitled little miss is but she’s got to pay for saying thats what i am.
My plan is easy becos mommy lets me use her ipad and i know how to use facbook. can you help me get on ther so I can tell the truth about my frends and teacher and grandmama?
I really don’t like them.
Jacqui F. Trades
(age 6) (I’m in second grade, so Im a big girl now) (dont forget to say i’ve got a hamster – his name is ABe) (I have a little sistertoo and shes nice i don’t need to hurt her fornow)
My, you’re a spirited little thing, aren’t you? And by “spirited” we mean, of course, spiteful, vindictive, and quite possibly a budding sociopath. Quite an achievement for one so young.
And you needn’t even think about trying to vent your tiny spleen on us with your poison pen, missy. We are far too old and too ugly to worry about what some over-entitled tyke with a keyboard has to say about us.
Now, as for your unpleasant habit of making up stories about people: since your mother seems incapable of breaking you of this nasty habit, we feel we have no choice but to intervene. Do you know what a “pool boy” is?
Well, let us explain. A pool boy is a large, well-built young man who will come to your house, grab you by your little feet, turn you upside down, and dunk your head in the pool until you promise to stop spreading malicious lies and gossip.
Now, don’t bother holding your breath until you turn blue in the face—it’s no use against us. Yes, we can see you. And so can Derek, our pool boy. If you get our drift.
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