On Monday morning I got up and Mum said we are going to tea with Sid, Daisy and her daughter Jessica. I don't like Jessica.
We got there and there she was, Jessica. She had an annoying voice, brown eyes, brown hair, fat body and was really annoying.
The sitting order around the table was: Dad, Mum and me. In front of me was Daisy, Sid and Jessica. Jessica was the furthest one away form me. I liked that, because if I did sit near her she always would cry and I would get in trouble.
We all got up and I had five bowls of chips and wedges, with sauce and vinegar. Mum had soup and honey chicken. Dad had everything twice. Now I'll tell you what Daisy had - all the fried stuff. Sid had oysters and they looked awful and papodoms. They really smelled like old shoes.
I had the most icecream. I ate the whole tray of jaffle-flavoured icecream. That and the bubble gum-flavoured icecream were my favourite.
I finished my icecream and I had a look at the hot food. There was a new dish. It looked like chopped up sausages with cat's guts. I tried it. I had a spoonful and I was nearly sick so I threw it at Jessica. So she threw a meatball and I yelled out, " FOOD FIGHT! "
The parents and the workers were yelling out stop it right now, but we still did it. It lasted for one hour. The kids were enjoying themselves. They were throwing food at their parents and when they came out they said, " Could we come back again and have a food fight?" When we got out of the restaurant, I laughed, then I got grounded for a year. I didn't like it.
