The Wrong Note

When I was little I acted like my principal wanted me ask my dad something about going to her house for helping me with my work at school. I was thinking of ways to come by this as I walked to my first class. Caught up in my worst subject, History, I forgot all about my dillema. As usual I was completely bored on the bus. Then I remembered about the note I was supposed to write for my dad! Thinking about it I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote:

           Dear Dad,

Can I spend the night at my principals house tonight?

           Love,

           Your Daughter

The bus pulled up to my stop. As soon as I jumped off the final steps  I heard somebody yell at me. I turned around and saw my bestfriend/ boyfriend Nick. 

"Can't talk right now, Nick! Sorry!" I shouted over my shoulder as I ran inside.

I shoved the note in my dads face, hoping he would fall for my fake note.

"Why does this say Dad, I, your daughter, and my?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I snached the peice of paper out of his hand and ran to the bedroom. I quickly grabbed a pencil out of my army backpack and erased Dad, I, and your daughter and wrote:

       Dear Bob,

Your daughter needs to spend the night at my house so I can help her with her school work. She needs help because she is failing school.

       Love,

       Her principal

I dusted the pencil shavings off the paper, admiring my work. I rushed to where my dad was sitting to give him the paper telling him I had grabbed the wrong one. 

"Why can I still see what was on the other note?" my father asked me, his temper rising.

I mumbeled to myself ''I must not have erased all of the letters correctly.'' I got in a bunch of trouble for doing this to my dad.