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Last month Molly told me that her mom wanted me to go to her house for March Break (she wanted me too, but it was her mom's idea) but I couldn't go for the whole week because of moving and it wouldn't be fair to my brothers or the rest of my family if I just skipped out on it. So Lizzie and I went to Goderich on Thursday for the last bit of March Break.
My mom drove Lizzie and I to Molly's and she wanted to go early so that she would be able to continue on to visit my grandfather. We ended up picking Lizzie up at seven. She screamed on the phone when I told her what time she had to be ready. We sat in the back of the van together and talked the entire time, which was really nice. We weren't that close before, but we bonded a lot over the summer and now we are. I hadn't really known what time we would get to Molly's but I told her ten, thinking it would be at least three hours, but we ended up getting there at quarter after nine. She was still asleep but we woke her up with the doorbell. She decided that if we were going to be sleeping in her bed that night she should change the sheets but Lizzie and I got in the bed regardless of sheet cleanliness and refused to be budged so Molly had to make the bed around us as best she could. We ended up moving when it became necessary. Then we ate breakfast (I hadn't eaten before because of how nervous my stomach gets with camp-related things) and I gave Molly her copy of the zine with the story about her and Cory and the Smoking Popes in it.
At eleven we started walking to the mall because Molly had an appointment to get her hair cut. It was at twelve and the walk only took half an hour even though the mall is on the other side of town so we walked around the mall for a while and looked at clothes. Then while Molly was getting her hair done Lizzie and I bought each of us a really awful pair of $5 purple-and-white shorts for us to wear at camp for wide games and stuff. We went into the salon to show them to Molly, who then had to explain us to the hairdresser.
To be continued...
My mom drove Lizzie and I to Molly's and she wanted to go early so that she would be able to continue on to visit my grandfather. We ended up picking Lizzie up at seven. She screamed on the phone when I told her what time she had to be ready. We sat in the back of the van together and talked the entire time, which was really nice. We weren't that close before, but we bonded a lot over the summer and now we are. I hadn't really known what time we would get to Molly's but I told her ten, thinking it would be at least three hours, but we ended up getting there at quarter after nine. She was still asleep but we woke her up with the doorbell. She decided that if we were going to be sleeping in her bed that night she should change the sheets but Lizzie and I got in the bed regardless of sheet cleanliness and refused to be budged so Molly had to make the bed around us as best she could. We ended up moving when it became necessary. Then we ate breakfast (I hadn't eaten before because of how nervous my stomach gets with camp-related things) and I gave Molly her copy of the zine with the story about her and Cory and the Smoking Popes in it.
At eleven we started walking to the mall because Molly had an appointment to get her hair cut. It was at twelve and the walk only took half an hour even though the mall is on the other side of town so we walked around the mall for a while and looked at clothes. Then while Molly was getting her hair done Lizzie and I bought each of us a really awful pair of $5 purple-and-white shorts for us to wear at camp for wide games and stuff. We went into the salon to show them to Molly, who then had to explain us to the hairdresser.
To be continued...