Waking up at six in the morning is harder than it sounds. But for once I was glad. We were going to play squash!
The plan was actually to cycle all the way to the squash court, then play.
We were about to start this early morning adventure when- "Hey guys!" Talk about timing. I have an especially gifted family when it comes to that skill. But no one compares to my brother.
My dad and I both stare at each other, then at the spot that Ivan's voice came from. "Can I come with you?" comes that voice again. It's coming from the bedroom window.
"He's going to wake mom if we don't do something." said my dad solemly.
"I guess we have to take him with us now...?" I asked unsurely.
I assumed right. We were late already! (My dad was supposed to meet a friend there.) So we all bustled into the car, with Ivan climbing in without shoes and in his Pajamas.
Well we arrived early, so we decided to play a little squash. I helped Ivan settle down in a corner with a pen and a paper and we played a while. I have a strange feeling my feet wanted to plant my face in a wall repeatedly. Not to mention my nose and racket were probably plotting something because they kept getting together. It was fun.
When my dad's friend finally arrived I was actually beginning to enjoy the game. Then they played for a while, whilst Ivan and I watched from a platform. Ivan eventually took to playing video games. I was getting dangerously bored when suddenly I noticed that there was some commotion in the squash court. A piece of my dad's shoe had actually peeled off. First he tried to throw it up to the viewing platform. Missed. And then his friend tried. The strangest thing happened at that moment. Someone had just stepped unto the viewing platform and from my dad's angle his head had appeared at the exact moment his friend threw the shoe sole. The man dodged. I was laughing through the whole thing. My dad and his friend apologized 10 times each but I just kept on laughing. The man looked offended. I mean I guess it's bad enough to throw something as lowly as a shoe at someone's head. But a piece of shoe is a bit too much.
After my dad finished playing squash with his friend, he went on to have another 20 minutes of squash with the man who nearly got hit by a piece of shoe.
Then I played a little while. Once again nearly planting my face in a wall. Also I was doing a version of ice skating on the wooden floor. Then it ended and we all went back home and ate breakfast.
The end.
Noisy Nadia
The plan was actually to cycle all the way to the squash court, then play. We were about to start this early morning adventure when- "Hey guys!" Talk about timing. I have an especially gifted family when it comes to that skill. But no one compares to my brother.
My dad and I both stare at each other, then at the spot that Ivan's voice came from. "Can I come with you?" comes that voice again. It's coming from the bedroom window.
"He's going to wake mom if we don't do something." said my dad solemly.
"I guess we have to take him with us now...?" I asked unsurely.I assumed right. We were late already! (My dad was supposed to meet a friend there.) So we all bustled into the car, with Ivan climbing in without shoes and in his Pajamas.
Well we arrived early, so we decided to play a little squash. I helped Ivan settle down in a corner with a pen and a paper and we played a while. I have a strange feeling my feet wanted to plant my face in a wall repeatedly. Not to mention my nose and racket were probably plotting something because they kept getting together. It was fun.
After my dad finished playing squash with his friend, he went on to have another 20 minutes of squash with the man who nearly got hit by a piece of shoe.
Then I played a little while. Once again nearly planting my face in a wall. Also I was doing a version of ice skating on the wooden floor. Then it ended and we all went back home and ate breakfast.
The end.
Noisy Nadia
