“Are we there yet?” I muttered. We had been driving for hours. We were going to the Granny’s Orange Diner. It was my favourite place on the Earth. I loved the crocodile heads on the wall, the wide tables all around the place and the secret recipes hidden within the menu.
“We’re here!” My parents shouted. I opened my door and ran inside the restaurant. Ten minutes later, our food had finally arrived and we started eating. Suddenly, my dad ran to bathroom in pain, as he opened the door he collapsed and lay on the ground. My heart sunk to my stomach.
By Ellen P