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Dear Journal,

Words could not express how infuriated I was today when that blasted Figgins suspended me from the school. He will rue the day he crossed me, Sue Sylvester. On the other hand, I've got months to plot and put into action a revenge so evil and genius, it will leave that curly haired Michael Buble weeping on the stage of that mediocre auditorium in front of the entire student body, exposing him for what he truly is, a failure. Yes, him and his little club of GLEEKS. I will bring them down, journal. Not now, I've got a meeting…that's lingo for a face to face. Until next time journal.

Yours truly, Sue.

As I got up from my desk I groaned and stretched wanting to sit right back down, but I did indeed have a meeting. The school board wanted to have a "chat" with me and although I did not want to comply, I simply HAD to. I crept over to my small closet, pulled out a nice brand new Nike Tracksuit, put it on and walked out of my prestigious two-story town house. I looked to my right, saw my neighbor watering his plants, called him a failure and got on my way.

I pulled into the parking lot at the McKinley High Administrative Building at approximately 18:43 pm. I was terribly late, and basking in the ambiance of my tardiness. I slowly opened the door to my car and stepped out, ready to face those chubby school board parents and my administrators. I walked along the pathway until I reached the door. There was an envelope for me. I opened it and read the single white sheet of paper. I could not help but glare and crinkle it up. It was from SCHUESTER, that demonic curly haired cretin! I shredded the paper to bits and left it on the ground, thus acting upon my Pro-Litter stance!

I swung the door open and walked into the administrative building determined to sucker punch someone in the face. Target acquired. There he was. The man that suspended me from the school: FIGGINS! I walked up to him with such celerity that he had no idea what was about to hit him.

"Figgins…" I said.

He turned to me and smiled, "Sue!"

God I cannot stand that accent! If his last name is Figgins, why isn't he fully Americanized yet? Oh, one good punch should fix it right up!

"I'm glad to see you here, Sue, but you're awfully late," he continued.

"Me? Sue? Late? Never! I'm simply here, at a different time than was listed on the paper that YOU gave me," I replied.

He looked at me blankly, took a sip of his punch and continued talking with the other faculty members. I took a deep breath and continued on to the conference room where I would meet the conspirators, the large nobodies who would dictate my future at that school

"Sue, you're awfully late," said Mr. Fitzsimmons at the head of the long table.

"Look, Fitzsimmons, I'm here. So, let's get this show on the road, shall we?" I asked casually to the blank faced citizens before me. "What?" I asked. They shook their heads as I rolled my eyes and took my seat.

"Well, Sue let," managed Fitzimmons before I interrupted him.

"I'd like some water. I'm terribly dehydrated, and since you're about to grill me, I'd really appreciate it," I said, legs now on the table. He looked at me and I just widened my eyes and glared.

"Well, it's at the center of the table," he said.

"I know where it is, Fitzsimmons," I joked. "I'm not blind. Now, I'd like some water. Why don't you get me a glass, Karen," I said to the short woman sitting closest to me. Out of fear, she complied and set the glass down next to me. "Thanks, you're a doll. Now you may continue telling me how 'unfit' and 'irresponsible' I am as an award winning coach and decorated teacher," I said.

Fitzsimmons and the rest of the board just looked at me before Karen spoke up.

"Well, Sue…I'm afraid that you're a terrible role model for our children," she said nervously.

"Look, Kathy," I managed.

"It's Karen."

"Like I care. I'd like you to give me a SINGLE example in which I am not portrayed as an elegant, loving, teacher," I said, knowing she could not respond.

"Well, I can list several," she stuttered.

"I beg your pardon!"

"Well, September 26, 2009,"

"I BEG YOUR PARDON! How dare you question my capability to teach the youth of America! You know what, Cynthia? These children NEED me! They NEED Sue Sylvester to cane some sense into them. You cannot blame me for what they do after having a class with me? My words simply permeate their thin skulls. I am in no way responsible if a student, I don't know, breaks into Will Schuester's house and…hits him with a crow bar until he dies. Look, although your concern is duly noted, Kayla, I simply cannot see where you could implicate me," I said.

"Sue, listen to yourself…"

"What makes you think I don't? I've got thousands of motivational cassette tapes lying on my dresser at home. I listen to them as I lift dumbbells. I'm the only person that can motivate me, Kathleen. Are we done here?" I asked, eager to leave and go home.

"I guess so, Sue. BUT, you are suspended for the next month, so find something to do. You are not permitted on the grounds of any of the district buildings, got it?" Fitzimmons asked.

I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Peace."

A/N: I hope you guys like it! It is rather difficult writing in the perspective of Sue Sylvester, and I hope I did her justice!