Dear Sodapop,

Dear Soda,

It had been about a week since a ford pickup picked up the letter. It kinda freaked me out that the driver was a guy but, once again she did say she would have someone else pick it up not that she would.

I peeked out the living room window and saw the same ford driving off. I raced out the door and opened the mailbox. Sure enough, a white envelope addressed to Sodapop Curtis. My name was the only thing on the front and when I turned it around I saw the red color of lipstick that had stained the envelop with a kiss. I smiled slightly and ripped it open.

Dear Soda,
     Yes. You do know me. We see each other all the time. You and my brother are buddies. Im sorry but Im not sure I want to give my name yet.
     Happy almost birthday, anything you've been dying to have?
     I think the first time we met was in preschool. I wanted a swing and you helped me bribe Rebecca Shmit to give up hers.
      Sorry it took so long. Have a great day! Toddles!
                             ~?

Man, I wish I had her name. She's sweet to ask what I want but tbh there's really nothing I want.

"Hey Pony, where's some paper?" I shouted to pony, who was in the kitchen. "Bottom drawer of the desk" he answered. I walked over and grabbed a piece of paper and started writing.