Thriller Audiobook Narration Sample
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter one. Strange birds one students blast from the front doors of the law building and into the quad like buckshot from a rifle. It's Halloween weekend. Zombie makeup and drooling vampire bites are already painted on some of them, which and cowboy hats bob above several crowns. Candy wrappers sift down from the clusters of people to blow in the wind like autumn leaves Know what can't get away from them fast enough. He's hurrying out of a test he knows he did excellently on, despite what the professor called his troubles at home when she offered no an extension. His mother had been sick forever for the 16 years or so since his own unfortunate birth. In fact, her death has been a long time coming. It is not enough to make him choke on a mere ethics test. The rest of his classmates are buzzing about their weekend. It'll be all cold flicked nipples under skimpy costumes, pumpkin beers and hard ciders bonfires guarded by the relatively sober so that nobody falls in trying to roast a marshmallow. All of it, the kind of fun that came to college to find it will be just like the movies, and they all look so revoltingly happy about that. No, ah, no. A closes his eyelids for a brief moment before he turns around to give himself a little privacy while he rolls his eyes. There's only one person professors included on this entire campus, whom he holds any positive regard for, and the P on shouting at him now is not the one Ray never Bella is across the quad like a cow in a field. Hey, no. Ah, you'll be there tonight, right? No, he says to Tucker Bolton, a new pledge in raise fraternity. Beware the Z B T Halloween party. Tucker is two years older than Noah, but nothing about his presentation would broadcast to that fact. Tucker's wearing pajama bottoms and a hoody while know, is dressed with all the festivities nous of someone used to wearing a uniform. He's been in private and prep schools his whole life and even out of jacket and tie. He's buttoned up and belted. There are enough future politicians and lawyers in their pre law classes that it's Tucker who stands out, not Noah, at least in their manner of dress. Some people are part of a heard no matter what, and some people always stand out, I can't go, Noah says he wasn't officially invited. First of all, and besides, I have a funeral to attend. Everything in the courtyard behind Tucker is in a bright, dying, autumnal rapture. The ivy growing up the face of the law library, bleeds Scarlett at the tips. Most of the trees air half bear already, but the ground around them is covered in firework bursts of orange and yellow leaves like confetti at a celebration. Yeah, that's cool. Which houses doing a funeral theme? My house, Noah says. Snip early, and he waits for Tucker to begin saying, Yeah, where did you pledge before cutting him off with my mother died, you simpleton. Oh, I'm sorry about that, man. Tucker blinks at Noah from beneath the University of Michigan ball cap. He's only been a student here for a few months, but already he's wearing the school's colors like he feels a total belonging. He probably does belong here, feels it all the way to his bones and never questions it. Noah came here following Ray, and for what? Ray wants to find his own friends and be a Zeta Beta Tau and drink so much he c minuses his way through every class. Noah has never felt any allegiance to this school. He turns to walk away from Tucker, uninterested in the dimwitted fallout when the guy calls to him. Hey, you don't have to be mean about it, though My grandma died last year. I know how it is. Seriously, you shouldn't alienate your friends.