It was a Friday evening. I was waiting at the bus stop after school when a car stopped and the driver opened the door. It was my 1. “Quick, get in!” he told me. I was very 2, but I did as he said.
At first, I was worried that something 3 happened. Then, I noticed my mother. She was also 4 the car and on the back seat. There were some bags of clothes and 5 food. My father was driving the car, but he was not driving 6. He was driving out of the town. “Where are we going?” I asked.
It was a warm evening and lots of people were walking along the road. It was the 7 day of term. Did my parents have a big surprise for me? We were going somewhere special — 8 where? The next thing I can remember is falling 9. When I woke up, I saw the sea. We were at the beach. My father was smiling. “Here we are,” he said, “the summer holiday 10 now!”
