Mission Impossible

He stared at the unfinished letter. He was still not sure how she would react to it. He and his friend had endlessly chit-chatted that day and she was the dominant topic. She was the Principal's daughter but was very friendly and down-to-earth types. They had spent quite sometime together and he liked her very much. End of that day, he knew, he had to write to her.

Though he doubted the choice of his words, he completed the letter and after one long thoughtful moment, signed it. The next morning, she walked upto his desk and asked him with a pleasant smile, "Why didn't you come yesterday?". So, she had noticed his absence. He could feel the presence of the neatly folded letter in his shirt pocket. His throat went dry and he was nervous. But an inner voice said "Don't give the letter to her. Better disclose it to your parents first and let them take it up from there"

He followed his instincts and told her "My father will speak to you about it". Without giving her a chance to question further, he rushed out. Huh! His friends were right. All night he had convinced himself that it would be a cake walk. But, bunking classes and giving a leave letter to a favourite teacher, that too with father's forged signature was not a easy task, realised fourth standard Vicky!!