Dear (certain) Classmates:
I really, really don't like you. And I don't know what it is. It may be how talk out of turn and disrupt the teacher, or maybe even just your hair. It may be how you always think you're so much better than everyone else. That when the teacher tells you to be quiet, and you're talking, that you can just keep going. Possibly how when they do tell you to shut up, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is 'It wasn't me!' No, wait. Not even that. 'It won't me!!'

C'mere, child. Lemme tell you something. It is you.

It could be how you get that cocky little smirk on your face when you think you're right.

When you're not.

I honestly just don't know what it is I don't like about you.

Sincerely,
Someone who really, really doesn't like you.