"Sakura!" a voice called. Sakura spun around, the box nearly toppling from her grasp. She peered behind the moving truck to see her friend Tomoyo waving from her shiny black Mercedes.
"Tomoyo! That car, it's beautiful!" Sakura squealed excitedly, hugging the box full of books. She nearly dropped it as Tomoyo pulled to the side of the road and hopped out, swinging the car keys. Her wavy black hair hung down her back and framed her porcelain face.
"It's new. I got a huge bonus last week. We just sealed the deal with Mr. Grape." She said nonchalantly, but with a huge grin on her face. Sakura smiled back, happy that her friend was doing well at her mother's business. Tomoyo's brown eyes glittered as she caught sight of the house.
"Sakura, it's so cute." She gasped in awe. Sakura sat down her box, for she was getting tired. She took a look at her Victorian home. The house was pale yellow in color, and formed a small 'L'. There was a small porch with a white railing that covered the door. Sakura decided to put her whicker chair on the porch. Sakura sighed and nodded in agreement.
"Yep, it's a keeper." Tomoyo turned to her suddenly.
"I want to take you out to celebrate!" She squealed. Sakura was tempted, but shook her head.
"I really should be here for the movers." She motioned to the three brawdy men unloading the last of the boxes from their truck.
"Well, it looks like their almost finished. Please? We have SO much to catch up on!" Sakura pondered and smoothed her short auburn hair.
"Well…"
"Hey!" Tomoyo called a mover over. He was a big man with curly red hair and squinty eyes. "Mind if I steal her from you?" Tomoyo asked sweetly and winked. The mover blushed a little.
"Sure, no problem, we're almost finished anyway." He smiled back. Tomoyo reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty.
"Keep the change!" she yelled as she made her way to the Mercedes. Sakura reached into her pocket and pulled out her beloved house keys.
"Make sure to lock up when you're done." She handed him the keys and rushed to the car. She leapt into the passenger seat, and wordlessly, Tomoyo sped away down the tree-lined neighborhood.