Follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence

"George told them about the many the races of people in the world."

"If you go to the school you don’t see your family for years and years."

"We all know it’s awful," said Martha. "But we all got over it."

"They lay feeling cold and lonely, listening to the sound of rain bouncing off the tin roof."

"We’d better hurry, it’s going to rain again." They stood briefly on the verandah to watch the thunder clouds rumbling in the west. There was a flash of lightning, followed by another. "Quick, run," urged Martha. "It’s going to rain."

"It was more like a concentration camp, then a residential school for aboriginal children."

"All they knew was that they were going to the settlement to go to school. Rain clouds were gathering and by the time they reached the bend where large grey boulders loomed along either side of the road, the sky was black with rain clouds."

"I don’t feel like climbing the hill," said Martha. "But if you go I guess I’ll go too."