The letter V
Nobody cares about V. No, really. That’s why I’m angry today. Nobody cares about the letter V. Only me, becouse my name is Vanessa Valerie Veracrest. Poor letter V. I hate every letter except for innocent letter V. Nobody cares about it. Really! Just today, my teacher Mrs. Redfeather was having us recite the alphabet, and she even SKIPPED the letter V! Just like that. “Q, R, S, T, U, W, X.” When I told her that she had skipped it, she said “Did I?” How careless. My friend Mary Ugle says that V isn’t very important. But why? It’s not as common as A is, but still, why doesn’t anybody respect it? “It doesn’t have a very good sound to it,” Mary said. “Vee. Vee. It sounds like a detention. The letter M has a better sound than that. Em. Em.” I think vee is a beautiful sound. Vee. It sounds like a name. Vee Taylor Green. That is one beautiful name. But I love mine just the same. Vanessa Valerie Veracrest. Veracrest kind of sounds like a brand of toothpaste or mattresses or something. But Ugle sounds like Bugle. So I guess it doesn’t really matter. But I’m getting off subject.
Just this morning, I made a “V petition” and asked everyone, even Mrs. Readfeather, to sign it. Nobody did. There was only a “Vanessa” printed in the middle of the page. It looked lonely. So I signed everyone else’s missing name around it.
“What’s the matter with you?” Mary Ugle said to me at recess. “You’re going crazy about old letter V! Just agree that V isn’t actually quite as special as M is and get on with the softball game!” That did it. I was now officially mad.
So, honored principal Mr. Jinkins, that is why I yelled at Mrs. Redfeather and stomped on Mary Ugle’s foot on purpose.
-Vanessa Valeria Veracrest