Family Holiday

Sarah is angry, stressed and annoyed. Anybody else would be mega excited if they were jetting off to Paris, but with her family, that's hard. With her stressy mum, weird dad and whiny little sister, can this turn out to be the best family holiday ever?


6. One Day To Go

Alice was skipping ahead of us in the street, singing Sweet Boys songs. Dad was walking half-heartedly behind Mum, who was past herself with excitement. I was hot and bothered. We could only be on our way to the Eiffel Tower. 

"I'm so elated- are you, Mark?" Mum asked, applying some sun cream. 

"Mm, yeah," Dad replied, going along with her. I didn't say anything. "Oh, look, there it is!" Straight ahead, there it was. And it was HUGE, bigger than I thought it would be. It was five times our house. I wanted to go right to the top, simply for the views. But there was an equally big waiting line, with an even bigger price. We joined the end of the queue, deciding to wait.

It was fine for the first half hour. We all just amused ourselves, chatting and dancing and getting excited. But after one hour, we got all fed up and agitated. 

"How much longer?" Alice moaned. "I want a go NOW!" Then, as if by magic, a man asked us to come forward, pay our money, and hop into the elevator. 

"Now," said Mum, "Nobody must be silly," She glanced at the old lady next to us, who was munching on a cheese sandwich. We suddenly started up, and began lifting up. I stared at the ground, us going higher and higher and higher. I shut my eyes tight and imagined that I was flying, way up above the world, into space, among the stars and the moon and the milkyway. I pretended that I was swooping around all of the planets, swiveling around in the galaxy. Mum put her hands on my shoulders, bringing me back to planet Earth. 

"Would you look at that view," she said, "It's amazing, how great!"

"Mm," I said, opening my eyes. 

"Listen," Mum said. "I'm sorry. I suppose I have been a bit of a pain, especially towards you. But it's just because I really want this to be a perfect holiday. But now I see that 'perfect' is the definition of 'family'. So, what would YOU like to do tomorrow, Sarah? It is our last day." I thought.

"I would like to go to the funfair and go on the Helter Skelter, so that I can pretend that I'm falling from The Faraway Tree. Then I want to go to that field, so that I can leap again. And most of all- I want Alice to be nice to me,"

"I think I can sort that out," Mum smiled. She pointed to Alice, who was clapping and squealing. A long, tour bus was making it's way through the road. A long, tour bus with SWEET BOYS on the side. 

"Sweet Boys!" Alice beamed. "OMG! Told you, Sarah!" 

"Yes, you did," I said, wandering over to her. "I'm sorry I was snappy, Alice,"

"I'm sorry I said I didn't like you. I do, honest. And you can come and live with me and Brian when we get married!" I laughed as she put her arms around me, giving me a hug. I hugged her back as we stopped going higher. I FELT high, too. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad family holiday. 

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