JULES' POV
"Can you believe this?" My friend, Sandy, scoffed. She tilted the newspaper towards me.
"It's been a month and half and no one gives a crap about the war" her eyes kept wandering around the page.
"Well this is a war between Vietnam and other countries, not between the great citizens of Philly ." I, instead of freaking about the war, looked at some tulips.
"Seriously? 'Hurry up and stock your soap before the Great Depression breaks loose!' Are they serious? Just using the war as an excuse for people to buy their things?" She read on.
I took the newspaper out of her hands and folded it up.
"They do have a point, Sandy." I tucked the newspaper into my purse and walked along the flower stand, smelling all the flowers one by one.
"If they care about the Great Depression and such. Why don't they include where the bombs are landing, or who surrendered?" I completely ignored her never ending questions.
"Which ones do you think suits me? Lilies or Poppies?" I held up the two pots.
"Poppies- wait you didn't answer my questions." I rolled my eyes at her. I picked up the poppies in the pink pot and handed them to the cashier.
"43 cents please" the cashier pleaded.
I thought about what Sandy said. Why do they not want us to know about what's going on? To not scare us? One way or the other someone is going to find out and tell everyone else.
"43 cents miss" he snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry" I handed him the money and he handed my flowers in a bag.
He took the tooth pick out of his mouth, "a pretty girl like you should never be sorry."
I smiled at him and turned to face Sandy.
"How are you not annoyed that he just called you pretty?" She said as we were walking.
"It was a compliment, Sandy. Relax a bit. Not everything is offensive." We passed a few a stores and some diners.
"He could've at least called you smart. How would he know that you're pretty underneath all that makeup." She scoffed.
"I'm not wearing any makeup."
"But still" she whined, "it's so hard to keep an argument with you."
"Maybe it's because I spend my arguments on something useful." She rolled her eyes at me.
"You're crazy, you know that? I don't know how little old me winded up being friends with vicious little you."
I laughed.
We passed a store with a registration sheet.
"Hey it'd be funny if we signed up." I didn't disagree with that idea. I wanted to show people that I'm more than just a pretty girl. I can't just sit her while people risk their lives, I want to help too.
"You're crazy." That was the last thing I said to her and went home.
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My alarm clock went off.
It's 8 am.
It's Saturday, I don't have work.
I jumped out of bed feeling excited, which gave me this uneasy feeling. I brushed my teeth and starting thinking about the war. I curiously wandered around my apartment thinking how foolish I was to think about that. But I wasn't, I really wanted to get drafted.
I went to my closet and started pairing things up with one another. I ended up my favorite blue and white hell bunny dress.
I went over to my dresser and put my hair in a tight bun.
I paired my dress with navy blue flats and grabbed my white purse.
I walked down the street and stumbled upon the same shop I was almost about to go in with Sandy.
"Wouldn't hurt to give it a try? Right?" I whispered to myself before I went in.
I pushed the door toward and heard a little chime. I walked in and there were about 13 men, 7 on one side of the shop and 6 on the other.
I walked past them and started getting dirty looks from guys with face tattoos.
Some boys whistled.
Some boys decided to make nasty, sexist remarks.
"Hey, flower pot, the salon is next door" a guy with a buzz cut and a tooth pick in his mouth.
"I don't want the salon," I said while scurrying to the guy that handed the sheets.
"I want to register." I looked up at him and placed my hand outward.
The guy looked up and laughed.
"That's really funny," he wiped a fake tear.
"Is this some kind of dare your girls forced you to do?" I stared at him in utter confusion.
"No, why would you think that?" Can't a girl sign up for real and not for a dare?
"Well clearly you're new, to everything" I stopped him right there. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say.
"So listen here, you better give me the damn sheet or I'll shove your head so far up your ass, you'll get the big O" I lunged him close enough to feel his heavy breathing on my face. I stared into his cold shit eyes and demanded for the sheet.
"You just have to f-fill out this f-orm and wait p-p-patiently in the back" I could smell the fear in his voice. I took the paper from his hand and sat down next to a scrawny dude and muscular bald man.
"Name goes there.......birth dat-"
"You know, you can fill that out while shutting your mouth" the bald headed shushed me.
"Sorry" I lowered my head in embarrassment.
"You shouldn't be sorry," the scrawny boy leaned over to me, "it's not your fault." His icy blue eyes stared deep into my soul.
"Thanks" I gave him a fake smile and quickly looked down at my card.
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