The Curtis Brothers - Drawing

“Hey.” You call to your bestfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you please move?” He finally decides.

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

Soda's POV:

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