And you won't get any better at judo unless you practice!" said her dad. Fizza sighed' deeply. It was always the same thing. Her mom thought she used her computer too much and her dad thought that she should be an Olympic judo champion. Fizzas dad thought that judo was the most important thing in the world. When he wasn't practicing it, he was talking about it. He had taken up judo as a small boy and eventually he had become National Champion of Scotland. However, Fizza did not love it as much as her dad. Actually Fizza, I think you're really making progress now. he said. "You'll be a champion yet! But I've told you before, you should join a judo club!" Once again Fizza sighed. She did mind practicing in the yard, but she didn't want to join a judo club because judo wasn't "cool" Her best friend Babs didn't do judo and nor did any of the other "cool" girls. Dad! Are you crazy?" she said. "I'm sorry?" said her father. "You teach me everything. What else can a club teach me?" said Fizza Imran laughed at this sweet talk and Fizza jumped up from the table. "Come on, old man. Let's have a race to the yard and I promise I'll be gentle with you!" At about six thirty, the doorbell rang. Fizza!" her mom called up the stairs "Babs is here!" Fizza ran down the stairs. Her friend was waiting for her in the hallway Hi, Babs!" she said