|One of the last picture we have of the van|
A few days ago I walked into Mum's room to find Callum showing her pictures of vans and big cars.
"We're thinking of buying a new car," Mum said. "We will sell the van and get something newer."
Sell the van? I couldn't believe it. We had owned the van for fourteen years. It would be hard to imagine life without it.
Imogen and Charlotte started bagging seats before we have even decided which car we were getting. They were just as excited as me.
On Saturday, Mum and Dad went to the car dealers to look at all the choices. Everyone else waited around at home to hear which one they were going to buy.
The phone rang. Charlotte grabbed it. "Hello," she said. Her face lit up as she talked to Dad.
When she hung up, she turned to us. "We have a car," she said.
"Which one?" Immy asked.
"I didn't catch the name but it is silver, has seven seats, four doors, a boot and wheels," Charlotte told us.
"Yes," I yelled and danced around the room.
By Tuesday the car was ready for us to pick up. Dad swapped the van for it after work.
We sat around in the living room, waiting to see what the new car looked like. Dad took a long time getting home. We were all very anxious by the time he turned into the drive way.
"He's here," I called as I raced out the front door, everyone on my heels.
"What do you think?" Dad asked as we crowded around the new car.
"It is wonderful," we all chorused.
"It is the Toyota Tardis," Dad said, "because it seems tiny on the outside and huge on the inside."
The name suits it perfectly.
"We need to go somewhere in it," Immy said.
"The beach?" I asked. We hardly ever go to the beach.
"I don't see why not," Mum agreed.
So now we are looking forward to the holidays. We are off to the beach!
, by Sophie