The Take-Away by Craig

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