Sodapop packed his belongings into a small duffel bag.You sat on his bed silently. A quiet house was quite rare in the Curtis home.

But there was a reason for this silence.

It was a miserable day…for you at least. And many of the other greasers. Sodapop Curtis, Tulsa’s most friendly greaser, got drafted into the war going on in Vietnam.

Sodapop, suddenly spoke, which interrupted your thoughts… “so, are you gonna write me?” he asked with a smile that was meant to lighten the sad vibe