We never in our life had a takeaway. But I am sure that’s gonna change.
” Dad can I get a takeaway”? I asked.
“Why”? he repyled.
“Oh you know school project,” I lied.
Dad sighed.
“Fine.” Dad said.
“What was that?” I said just to annoy him of course.
“FINE BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!” shouted Dad.
I really annoyed him that time I thought. We got a chinse takeaway.
“So what do want with it?” Dad asked
“Vinegear and ketchup,” I replied.
The vinegear was too sharp.
“What has this got to do with your project?” asked Dad
“Nothing,” I muttered
