Moving out, moving up

Date: 3/30/2020

Me, Lila, Toby and Clotilde were all moving out of our parents houses and into our own houses on the same street. I went with my mum and grandma to pick mine out. They already had theirs picked out, we were all super close to each other. I think Lila's and Toby's houses were directly next to each other, then there was a little store, then Clotildes house (which was actually her old house she moved out of recently, she chose it because the decorations were already something she liked) was on the other side of the store. I went looking for mine. The first one, I quickly realized, was my grandparents house (Tim and Penny), they were moving out for some reason. I didn't mind the layout, but I would need to do some renovations and completely redo the decorations. I kept it in mind, but moved on to the next one. This house was more of an open concept, and it was much more modern and wouldn't need renovations, just some repainting if I wanted. I liked it more, and decided that this was my house. Clotilde came over to see it, and she liked my kitchen. She was next door to me, and I offered to let her use my kitchen whenever she wanted. She said she would, and that I wouldn't regret it because she would make me food. I went out for a drive around the neighborhood to look around. I visited Toby in the shop first, both Toby and Lila had gotten part time jobs there, and then I went down the street. I went into this little shop and almost asked if they could cut my hair, but then I realized that I should ask my mum first. I saw her on my way back, this time I didn't have the car for some reason so I was walking, and I asked her if I would look good with shoulder length hair and she said no. As I was walking back, the street was absolutely flooded with teenagers, and I realized that it was time to go to school. I rushed back to grab my bag and see if anyone was still home and wanted to walk with me. Clo was long gone, and Lila had a shift at the store and waved to me from the window as I rushed past. I met Toby, who was wearing a nice dress, on the street and him and I rushed off to Centennial together. We went in the wrong way, until a teacher found us out back and brought us to our classes. My first was history, and I sat in front on the desk, but realized that I was supposed to be on the chair and slid down into it. I asked my teacher if we would receive textbooks or something, and she was very impressed for some reason and wrote a special note on my textbook before handing them out. Before she could, a kid started to choke. She rushed to help him, and he turned out fine. I don't remember much of my second class, but I know that another kid also choked.