Dear No One, 

I bailed out on introducing myself. Dad made me go out and buy a bunch of flowers for the mother and everything, yet before I could even make it to their driveway I was running back to my house. 

The flowers are sitting on my desk, and I feel like their mocking me, constantly bickering about how much of a wimp I am. 

Oh well. I'll do it tomorrow. I swear. 

- Stiles.