Impala and Ingrid

Success!

‘Let there be light!’ I whispered to myself.

I found my mountain bike squashed against the wall behind Tom’s motor bike.

After wiggling my bike free I had only 4 minuets to make it to Impala who is the other side of the village.

Sod it. I slung on my back pack and mounted my bike.

I pressed the button to open the garages bigger door and rode of heading in to the direction of the church.

I was riding so fast that my face was numb.

I finally got to the church with seconds to spare.

I franticly uncoiled my bike lock and locked it to the graveyards bench.

I jogged over to Impala who was huddled against a wall.

As I got nearer I could see that she has some new bruises on her arms.

Impala’s father hits her because she looks too much like her mother.

Impala’s mother died a few years ago and that’s when she started to have her little “accidents”.

I and Impala have been friends for as long as I can remember.

I can tell Impala anything and I know that she won’t tell anyone even my mum.