There's a gang of boys on bikes blocking the road ahead. They've got their hoods up, cigarettes shielded. The sky's a really strange colour and there's hardly anyone else about. I slow right down.

"What shall I do?"

"Reverse," Zoey says. "They're not going to move."

I wind down the window. "Oi!" I yell "Move your arses!"

They turn languid, shift lazily to the edge of the road and grin as I blow kisses at them.

Zoey looks stunned, "What's got into you?"

"Nothing- I just haven't learned reversing yet.

Author: Jenny Downham