“So are you looking forward to our holiday, Fizza?” asked her dad.
“No—,” thought Fizza.
“Yes, she is!” interrupted her mom. “Aren’t you, darling?”Fizza smiled falsely through a horrible mouthful of curry.
“I can’t wait! I love the Channel Islands, but this will be the first time I’ve been to Sark,” said Fizza’s dad as he greedily
took another big spoonful of food from the bowl. “It’s the smallest of the islands, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and no cars are allowed there, so it’s going to be quiet! Fresh air and no pollution!” said her mom.
“How wonderful!” said Imran.“How boring!” thought Fizza.Fizza’s mom, Rubel, worked for Birmingham Council4 in the Environmental Office. It was her job to make Birmingham cleaner and “greener,” but it was a difficult job with so many cars and factories in the city. There was also too much garbage. So a vacation on an island with no cars was her idea of a perfect vacation. However, it was notFizza’s idea of a perfect vacation. She loved the city. She loved Birmingham! It was busy! It was loud! It was home!
“Right!” said Imran, as he finished his meal. “Come on, Fizza – let’s practice some more judo.”
“But I wanted to go on the computer,” said Fizza.
“Felicity” said her mom, “you’re alwayson that computer.”It was true. Fizza loved her computer. She spent hours
working on different programs and she was the best in her class in information technology. It was the one school subject
that she knewshe was good at.
“But I want to talk to my friends,” she replied.
“Can’t you use the phone?” said her mom. “Or better still, go and visit them – like I did when I was a girl?”
“So are you looking forward to our holiday, Fizza?” asked her dad.“No—,” thought Fizza.“Yes, she is!” interrupted her mom. “Aren’t you, darling?”Fizza smiled falsely through a horrible mouthful of curry.“I can’t wait! I love the Channel Islands, but this will be the first time I’ve been to Sark,” said Fizza’s dad as he greedilytook another big spoonful of food from the bowl. “It’s the smallest of the islands, isn’t it?”“Yes, and no cars are allowed there, so it’s going to be quiet! Fresh air and no pollution!” said her mom.“How wonderful!” said Imran.“How boring!” thought Fizza.Fizza’s mom, Rubel, worked for Birmingham Council4 in the Environmental Office. It was her job to make Birmingham cleaner and “greener,” but it was a difficult job with so many cars and factories in the city. There was also too much garbage. So a vacation on an island with no cars was her idea of a perfect vacation. However, it was notFizza’s idea of a perfect vacation. She loved the city. She loved Birmingham! It was busy! It was loud! It was home!“Right!” said Imran, as he finished his meal. “Come on, Fizza – let’s practice some more judo.”“But I wanted to go on the computer,” said Fizza.“Felicity” said her mom, “you’re alwayson that computer.”It was true. Fizza loved her computer. She spent hours working on different programs and she was the best in her class in information technology. It was the one school subject that she knewshe was good at.“But I want to talk to my friends,” she replied.“Can’t you use the phone?” said her mom. “Or better still, go and visit them – like I did when I was a girl?”
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