Week 18 The Bus by Mathew O’G

It was a dull and dreary Monday evening.                                                                          I was on the bus home from Dublin…UGH!                                                                         The line of traffic seemed endless.                                                                                       Will we ever get home? I thought.                                                                                          After about 45 minutes we moved only inches though.                                             Finally, we were on the move again but it is so slow I nearly lost my head.          My head was like a balloon

It was about to burst…and eventually it did burst!                                                                            I screamed as loud as a mega phone.                                                                                    Babies began to cry and some people covered their ears.                                            I got thrown out of the bus onto the main road.

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