if you're reading this [presley]

Dear Perry,

For starters: I can't come home until the 1st of next month, and Mom still hasn't mailed my pillows, so please ask her to do it. I'm in the upper-classmen dorms now, so I can't just tell people I can't sleep without special pillows. They'd laugh at me! Anyway, things are going pretty good here, considering. I think my science teacher is a drug addict, and Mrs. Nonsworth still hasn't retired.

Do you remember the Sullivan family? I think Dad was really good friends with their dad when we were younger, and they would come to the house for dinner? Their son goes here. You remember him, he was always kind of a douche or whatever. Grady. Anyway, he's gone here since freshman year, same as me, and he still called me the wrong name today. He's such a tool.

Oh, another thing! Stella Provence is probably gonna butcher her audition. She asked me for help. Well, either she's desperate or a genius because I'm totally the best here. Haha, kidding. Unless?

This kid named Mav watched me play today. Seems cool, don't really know him all that well yet. Anyway! You're missing out, I hope boring regular school is as eventful as it is here.

Tell Mom and Dad I love them when you see them this weekend! Love you too.

- Presley Douglas

PS DON'T FORGET ABOUT MY PILLOWS PERRY!