March 24, 2238

Mr. Whiting,

I don't know what you're playing at, but frankly, I don't find it very funny. Clearly, my letter has gone astray, and Diana never received it, but you don't have to come up with such a ridiculous story about how you got it. It would have been enough to just "Return to Sender" without having read my personal composition.

However, as the damage has been done, I feel it is my duty to disillusion you. Boarding school is not a place for girls to practice kissing other girls. It is a place of higher learning, where ladies practice-- Drat, I was distracted from the letter by Mother, and when I came back, she had reclaimed her pamphlet. Suffice it to say that your school may have been a place where boys practiced kissing, but I have no intention of kissing any of my schoolmates. (As you've apparently been kissing other boys, I'm sure you are aware that it is fully legal, we are a civilized society, and not barbarians.)

My Father is Sir Christopher Holder, retired governor of Actis on Second Earth. As a natural, and experienced leader, Father was an ideal candidate to lead the first settlers to the newly terraformed planet Eraea. He has been gone for approximately a year now, and we expect he will be gone at least another. I thought this expedition was common knowledge. Feel free to look him up in your history book, or more likely, a news bulletin.

School is tiresome at the best of times, and having to move and make new friends is no simple task. I do not particularly like having to establish myself with new people, and vastly prefer the company of those I am already acquainted with. That being said, Miss Goddard's is a top-rate school with top-rate Professors, so aside from the distance from things I am familiar with, there is little to complain of. Even the dormitories-- which novels have suggested are the worst aspect-- are not so bad, perhaps because of my father's status, which has resulted in my own room.

I suppose it is rather nice to correspond with someone new, and is not entirely tiresome. Perhaps we can continue to exchange letters.

- Cassandra

P.S. I am not sure how to get this back to you, as the address you used is not real. I shall post it to Diana once more and hope the same mistake is made. Could you kindly give me a real address if you hope for future correspondence?