Stay dhahabu

“Hey.” wewe call to your bestfriend.

As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.

“What the hell?” wewe call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but wewe caught up to him.

“Hey.” wewe try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.

You step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” wewe ask, eyebrows raised.

He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.

“Can wewe please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just alisema please. Obviously something is...

Soda's POV:

"Hey Soda! wewe got mail!" Darry called from the kitchen. wewe put down the comb and sat at the meza, jedwali as the letter is tossed in front of you. Slicing open the envelope wewe begin to read, "Sodapop Patrick Curtis. We would like to announce that wewe have been drafted into the United States of America Army and will be a part in fighting the Vietnam War. Your departure tarehe will be the 23 of May and will be a 4 mwaka term. This is an extraordinary honor and we wish wewe the best. Sincerely, The United States Government" wewe slump in your chair and begin to shake. May 23 is only a mwezi away....