The Soldier In Me

Drafted

It's 13:15 on a Tuesday. I'm mindlessly avoiding my history homework, because it's the last week of school and talking to my old friend, Jessica Anders. My phone keeps buzzing on the table next to us, and has been for the past fifteen minutes. Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz.
"Who keeps texting you, Mav?" Jess questions me, looking at me with her eyebrow raised in suspicion.
    "I have no idea, I think it's probably Jasmine so I'm not answering it." I roll my eyes.
    "Jesus christ! For fifteen minutes? What is so important that she has to text you for fifteen minutes?"(Side context: Jasmine is my ex, who I have been endlessly trying to get out of my life for the past month) Jess picks up my phone and checks it for me, "I don't think it's Jasmine, Maverick."
    "You sound like you're trying to quote a movie," I steal my phone out of her hand.
    I read the message, actually that's a lie shit was too long. I skimmed it, "I'm getting drafted?!"
    "Apparently? Think it's a prank?" She asks.
    "Regardless this is not how you give someone that news, you think I want to read all that?" I groan, "Can you look up the number?"
    She got her phone out and started typing before our teacher interrupted our mission, "Mr. Dean, Ms. Anders, phones?" she stated it like a question but we all knew better then that.
    "No way, Mrs. Charlotte I'm getting drafted into the military, I have higher priorities then your class expectations." I went back to my phone and so did Jess.
    I think if it were any other students the teacher would actually try and get us to listen but she has learned over the years that neither me, nor Jess care about whether or not we pass her history class.
    "By the way the number is valid." She looks up at me, "Maverick you're gonna be a little military boy awww."
    "Kill yourself, Jess." I paused for a sec, "Oh shit what do I say? Should I just tell them I can't make it?"
    "That isn't legal?" She said in a way that made me question whether she knew it was illegal or not.
    "Didn't you smoke at like 14?" I looked over at her and she widened her eyes.
    "I never asked for you to call me out, plus I'm 22 now." She glared at me for a second, "Regardless, do you even text back? Or do you just go to the address on the message?"
    I start texting them back, 'Already made plans today, can't make it.' and show Jess.
    "Maverick. You didn't even apologize!"
    "Oh shit," I take my phone back and text 'my b' and show her again.
    "You are a product of your generation..." she put her face in her hands and sighed.
    "So are you." I grin and she looks back up, "so how does drafting work?"
    "They pick people who are able bodied, mentally and physically to fight the war when they don't have enough people. You probably go to this location so they can take you to where they do all that weird training stuff."
    "Yea that doesn't make any sense...It isn't like I am going to leave school for some guy to examine me and make sure I'm able to fight in a war."
    She raised an eyebrow, "Maverick."
    "What?"
    "That is exactly what you would do."
"You're right! Mrs. Charlotte! I have to go." I got up and started putting my things away.
Mrs. Charlotte didn't even look up from her half graded test. I walked quickly out of the classroom and to the office.
"Skipping class again?" One of the office ladies looked up at me.
"No, leaving. I got drafted!" I start signing my name on the paper that signs us out of school.
The front desk lady gave me a quick, half hearted apology while I left.
Walking quickly to my car, a crappy dark red 2008 Toyota Camry. Basic things I have to do to get in my damn car and drive away. Thankfully on the way there was a starbucks otherwise I really wouldn't have gone. Not that Starbucks actually makes good coffee but I don't mind their green teas with little fruit flavorings. "Uh, can I get a green tea with mango?"
"What size?"
"Venti please."
"2.65 at the first window."
"Thank you." I drove up to the first window, paid, and got my drink.
Driving took an eternity to actually get to the building, a building in the middle of town. A little worn down but nonetheless had no parking spots. No parking, great. I ended up finding a parking spot about two miles away from the building(that might be a little dramatic), and as soon as I walked in I was greeted with tons of guys around my age staring straight at me.
A woman at the entrance handed me a clipboard, "you are extremely late..sir"

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inish chapter one dont worry!! 835 words so far and will upload the same amount every other day.