Audiobook - Teens - There Must Be Horses by Diana Kimpton
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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Sasha was determined not to cry. She hadn't when she left any of the other places, and she didn't want to break that record. Now she kept her head high and stared straight ahead through the windscreen front, switched on the engine and put the car into gear. Don't you want to wave goodbye? She asked. Sasha shook her head and scowled. Trust a social worker to make a stupid suggestion like that. Didn't she realised there was no point in looking back? This part of her life was over, just like all the placements before it. If that lot didn't want her anymore, she didn't want them all, either. How are you feeling? Asked Fran as she drove out of the drive and turned towards the main road. Sasha ignored her. She was too busy trying to catch one last glimpse of the Shetland pony in the field opposite. He was close to the fence, as usual, and he pricked his ears forward as they drove past. Did he realise this was the last time that she would ever see him? She turned her head and watched him disappear into the distance. Talking to that pony have been one of the few good things about her stay with Georgina and Gerald. The others were the riding lessons, of course, but they stopped as soon as Cynthia fell off. I asked how you're feeling, said Fran. She rolled her eyes upwards inside. Why Must work is so irritating. She'd lost count of how many she'd had since she first came into care. They bounded into her life, made out they were her best friend and then left again with barely a goodbye. Fran was the latest, and like all the others, she thought she had the right to know everything. That's why she had only known her a month and had no intention of revealing her innermost secrets. I'm fine. She lied, still staring out of the side window. She hoped she'd spot some more horses. But she didn't As the car sped along the main roads and onto the motorway, the only animals she saw in the fields with cows and sheep. They've been driving for half an hour. When Fran pulled into a motorway service station and parked time for tea, she said, she turned off the engine sashes. Stomach told her this was a good idea, but her heart wasn't so sure. Everything she owned was in her rucksack on the black plastic sacks that filled the back of the car. She didn't want to risk losing. Any of them can't keep going. I'm sure they'll find me something to eat at the home, even if I've missed supper, Bran shook her head. I need a break from driving, she explained, and we need a little talk. Your stuff will be fine. Here I look, the car, I promise. The last comment took Sasha by surprise. She hadn't expected from to be so tuned in to how she was feeling, but she still didn't trust her. Too many social workers are broken promises before, especially ones of the It'll be fine variety. So she refused to walk away from the car until she tested the doors herself to make sure no one could get in. And she took her rucksack with her. Her riding hat and her photos of her mom were too important to risk losing