Letters Left Unsent

“And I now pronounce to you the class of twenty-eleven!” The principal shouted, in his more proud and excited voice than I'd ever heard. Typically his voice sounded boring and mundane, in one tone never a shred or minuscule piece of excitement ever to be drawn from it. My entire class threw their caps up in the air, all the friend groups hugging each other both in excitement and in bitter grievance.