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soda backstory lo

"even the police around here are starting to add up! can you believe this shit?! oh man, i can't believe those dumbasses are going for NO ONE!" she chuckles as she holds up a newspaper  and points to the title of an article. soda laughs maniacally to her friend who was sitting at the other side of the table, with her neck starting to feel wet. her friend starts laughing along with her and carries on eating with her. after they both ate, soda starts telling her crime stories non-fucking-stop to her poor friend. her friend couldnt fucking take this anymore. as she was talking to soda, soda started taking suspicious looks of her friend, because why would someone have their emergency dialpad on their phone screen while in the middle of talking with her? does that not seem a little too rude? would you not excuse yourself first? soda then starts changing the topic, talking more about interests and school. soda starts to notice her friend dialing the three same numbers onto the dialpad while cheerfully talkign he r.

"hey, dian. what do you think you're doing?"

"w-what? oh! nothing! i was just um... trying to.. call my mom! my mother! yes. cause.. i'll need to go home soon right? i think it's getting pretty late huh? ahaha...!"

soda took a glace at the grand clock near the door, it's ticking sounds filling the silence between the two.

"its...7pm.. it's not even that la-"

"bu-hut..! i think i'll need to go soon! you know how strict my mom is, haha!"

soda took one last look from her friend, her eyes examining her hands and face, then got up from her seat. they both walked together to the door, with soda opening the door and letting her friend to step out. dian immediately walked out of the mansion, not even saying a word to soda, and puts her phone by her ear.

soda went, "what a whore, she's gonna call the goddamn police on me. this is the 3rd time a friend has done this to me." then she pulled out her gun and stars chasing her the ed