Stories for Children / Abdu and the traffic jam

Oh no... Look at this! It s going to take forever to get home now!

Abdu s mum pressed the brakes on the car. It slowed down till it was hardly moving. Then it came to a stop, at the very end of the traffic jam.

I hate this motorway, she said.

Abdu looked at the road ahead. Hundreds of cars were crawling along the motorway, bumper to bumper. His mum was right. It would take hours to get home.

Maybe there has been an accident? he said.

Or maybe there are just too many cars on the road these days! She turned the radio on. It s a bad end to a good weekend.

A great weekend, said Abdu. They had been to stay with family, up in Manchester. Now he was tired. He wanted to go to bed he had school tomorrow. But he couldn't go to bed until he had done his homework.

Hussain, his teacher, wanted everyone in the class to write a story.

Write a true story, she said, about something that has happened to you.

Abdu had groaned. Nothing exciting ever happens to me, he said.