Dear horseface,

We are not amused by your lies and deceit. May I inform you that a rebelion is at hand. A batle which you are bound to lose

with not so friendly regards

6SE


I supose you'll all want an explenation?
Well, it's like this. I am te commercial director of the mini-enterpise Impresa, founded by the class of 6 SE Sixht year Secretarial/Languages. The mini-enterprise is a projects we had to do for our integrated test. That's an endprojects that we must do in order to pass our last year and get our diploma. So we founded Impresa, got Pieter Aspe, one of Belgium's most famous writers to our school, did a show around him, an interactive quiz to be more specific, and performed sketches from his books. Horseface, would be our beloved *couch* *choke* *die* CEO, Magali. She is the most egotistical self-absorbed, sneaky little backstabber I've ever had the mispleasure of meeting. After out performances on our Apse)evening we were supposed to help out behind the bar and help clean up. That we did. All of us except dear old Mags. All she did was prance around the room, in het skimpy little whore-like outfit, saying to everyone who would listen (and everyone who wouldn't) how HER night was so succesfull. HER NIGHT?!!!! Most off the time she didn't do squat!!! My friends and I wrote the sketches, aranged the decor, took care of the music and the setting of the room. We were glad when she even showed up for rehersal!
Anyways, ...afterwards we tried foccusing on our work and tried to ignore her. We where teh fail. She keeps pushing us closer and closer to the edge and with what she did last thursday, I can say that we are very ready to jump! Thursday was our last shareholders meeting. We got up there, did out thing and as last it was Magali's turn to say thanks. So she did, she thanked the people for comming and she thanked our two major sponsors. Interieur Aspeslagh for the decoration of the room, and dear old Mum, for the drinks. But, Eva! What about the shcool?! What about the school, you say? What about the sponsor who made it all possible? What about the sponsor who gave us a place to perform? A musicinstalation? A stage? Free publicity in newpspapers? Oh well, that's not important, now is it?
THEY DID EVERYTHING FOR US AND SHE DIDN'T THANK THEM!!!!
It was up to Diandra, Charlene and me to go up to the vice-principal and the Student Coördinator, tails between our legs, and thank them for all the work they've done. Then, after we had cooled down a bit, it was off to the kitchens, to help with the drinks.(oh and did I mention we got them at the shop? And not from Mag's mum's brewery? Why, you ask? Oh no special reason. Just that we have a gap in our profits and that all signs point to Mummy so there's a good chance she stole from us. Nice huh?) So, there's nine of us, and eight of us, where in the kitchen. That's right, eight. Guess who was sitting on her lazy ass, stuffing her face with waffels?! You guessed it! Magali! So, not only did we have to appologize to the school becouse of her ignorance but we were also left with barduty, alone, because miss didn't see the need to get up and help, while we were serving over a hundred people
And as if that wasn't enough, the teachers are complaining now. But to Mags, oh no...to Charlene Diandra and me. That's right! She makes mistakes and we have to take the blame! SHe would make a perfect politician or manager don't you think?
We once received a flyer for the collegeproject "Managment." She then asked me if I wasn't interested in taking that class with her. I politely declined. When she asked me why not, I clamly replied that is was because I have a conscience. She, clearly, does not.

I hope I have cast a little light upon mu strange openingstatement.
Untill next time

greetz, Eva