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Soda's POV

I'm so glad Steve made me my chocolate milk today. So totally glad. I did notice that it had a peculiar taste to it. Not like it normally tastes like.

We hopped into Steve's car. Normally I drive, but he wouldn't let me today. Weird right?

"I just want to do it today," he said when I asked him. Not a passing excuse, but I know I can't get him to tell me.

We hop out of the car, and run inside. I for some reason, feel good. Feel really good actually. Like I am on top of the world. Like I can fly. Wonder why.

I went on, throughout the day, slowly drinking my beloved chocolate milk. When I finished it, I still felt amazing. For some reason though, when people came into the store, they'd take on look at me, and walk out. Did I look bad or something?

This was the greatest work day of my life. It all turned around, when we were leaving. I began feeling terrible. All sad and worthless. I craved that good feeling, and craved that chocolate milk. What was in that?

I feel sick now. Really sick. Steve comes up next to me

"I know how to make you feel better." He said, grabbing my arm.

"How?"

"Tonight. Meet me in the lot."

"Okay?" I said, before running into my house.

When I got inside, Johnny and Dallas were talking to each other about something. I didn't hear much. I only heard Johnny say quietly, "Those idiots!" what was he talking about?

I kept listening. Whatever they were talking about, Dallas seemed annoyed about it, and Johnny seemed worried. I don't even think they noticed me there. They were tied up in conversation.

I was going to try and leave, but pony came running down the stairs.

"Johnny!" pony yelled. "I finished my homework! Oh, hey Soda."

"How long have you been here?" Dallas asked.

"Awhile." I answered back.

They started talking about something that happened to Johnny in school, so I used that as a time to leave, and stop at the dingo. I feel really tried, and think a coke could wake me up.

It didn't work, but it was late once I finished it, so I left, to meet Steve in the lot. I got there, to the sight of him, and a bunch of other greasers, sitting there, smoking from a bong. I immediately had bad thoughts, but the smell of the grass made me crave it more. Then it hit me. That chocolate milk! It had marijuana in it!

Why would he do that to me! I thought he was my friend! But the end of that night though, I was wasted. I only used the pot, but I can't lie. The others did have other, harder drugs.

It scared me a little.

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