I stretch and wake up groggily. I groan and force my lazy eyes open.
Everything that happened yesterday comes whizzing back to me. I sigh sadly and peek out the window and see the the large green bp logo and realise I'm in a petrol station. I open the door and step out, greeted by the smell of petrol. I see Dad crossing the road holding two McDonalds. I wave and smile, jumping back into the car.
He steps in and passes me a McDonalds. Mum would never let me have this if she was here. I grin mischievously and open a box of fries. The smell is heavenly, and the taste, well... wow! Why did mum ban this? It's so good! In no time, I've munched my way though fries and tried all the different dips and sauces, chomped my way through a big mac and two chicken mcnuggets, slurped up a full size coke and scoffed a mcflurry. Yummy.
'' So, hows my Sleeping Beauty? '' asks Dad, his mouth smeared with a tiny bit of ketchup. I giggle and wipe it away.
'' Great, But I am so not Sleeping Beauty, '' I say, pinching one of his chips.
'' Why not? You were sleeping, and you're a beauty, aren't you? ''
'' Okay, okay, I admit I was sleeping but I am not a beauty in any way, shape, or form. ''
'' I always thought you were the clever one, but I think you've proved me wrong. ''
'' Huh? ''
'' You don't need to admit you were sleeping, I know you were sleeping. And you are a beauty. ''
'' Are not! ''
'' Are. ''
'' Are not!
'' Definatly are! ''
'' Oh whatever. I love you Dad. ''
'' I love you too, Lils, '' he says ruffling my hair.