A letter from Jun 10th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Wow I'm old. Do I have a phone yet? Do I have a girlfriend? Do I have a job? I guess I'm about to graduate. Wow I'm old. Did I already say that? Right now I am sitting at a desk in Mrs. Korn's room, writing this email. What Iphone is out? I am doing taekwondo. Am I a black belt yet? Is fortnite popular again? What college am I going to? Did I get in to the Academies of Loudoun. What is my career? Good luck in life. I hope I am not sad. If I am, I hope I will cheer up. I have a good life now. And I will in the future. Peace out. Yourself, Troy