The first question I asked my father was where is Foster Stadium? He answered me with a smile. "It is in Foster town. It is pretty far away. It will take nearly a an hour or two to reach there." My father dropped a bombshell on me.
"Hurry! The tournament is starting tomorrow. We also need a hotel. We need to reach Foster Town by tomorrow no matter what. Pack your bags!!" I exclaimed. My father wasn't expecting that. He immediately got up, throwing his newspaper on the table and went into his room to pack the bags.
My grandma emerged from her room. She had heard our conversation. "Blaze, I will stay here in Trouflet town itself. I am old and too weak to travel. But I will watch you from here on the T.V. Make Grandma proud." She said. I brought a smile to my face and then went into my room.
I took my luggage bag and quickly started stuffing my clothes and everything necessary inside messily. (I suppose all boys in Earth also do that.) In no time, I came down with my bag. I found out that my father was still packing his bag. He came out in five minutes and we were all set to go.
It was surprising the way my father was calmly reading his newspaper a few moments ago and now we were going to Foster town. My father checked everything important before leaving. At last, we said goodbye to grandma and left for Foster Town.
I may not have told you but my family has a car. (Don't get excited. It looks just like human cars.) My father got into the car with me on the seat beside him. He put on the safety belt and started driving. He was driving fast, considering his normal speed. He understood the importance of reaching there and booking a hotel as well.
On the way, we halted for lunch but were mostly busy travelling. The traffic didn't help either. Every once in a while, we had to be a part of a traffic.
We reached Foster Town at around 6:30 pm. We searched for some hotel at that time. I could see a nice looking hotel in front of us. It was Foster Inn. We went inside. They hotel manager greeted us.
My father went to fill up some forms of the hotel. Luckily, he had a Darknor Express Card with him which he had won in a lottery. With that he could buy anything from anywhere at any time for ten thousands Darknor currencies.
As my father was busy filling the forms, I went towards one wall. There were various pictures of great warriors of all time. Some held swords, some others had daggers. I wished to be one of them one day. I turned back to find my father waiting for me with our luggage. He had booked a room for us. I was now in Foster Town, ready for some action in the WBF.