Ephemeral Girls- Audiobook excerpt
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) Spanish (General) Spanish (Latino) Spanish (Mexican)Transcript
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It's the second to last Monday of the school year, and Mr Gutierrez didn't show up for senior government class. Should we tell someone I asked loose. Don't be stupid. It's the last period. Loose grins and stands. Her long black braid. Sue's about her hips will have one last adventure. Myron hooked me up with some great ****. I smoke you out. I have to pick up a Maya, not for like another hour. Come on loose lips. The textbook from my desk and starts for the door outside the late May heat creeps over 100 degrees. The sky is blue and cloudless. No one stops us loose, even waves to the school resource officer, his cheeks. Readiness, he waves back. We walk alongside the wash that travels from the school and passes Catalina Avenue. Let's smoke in the tunnel. What if it rains? That kid drawn their last summer. Issa hasn't rained in months. You afraid that your owner will get you? Ah, Llorona hangs out by the river so she can drown her victims. The washes a river. It's just dry. She can still figure out a way to kill you. Remember how we played, which is down here. You tried to scare me, even back then loose takes my hand and together we climbed down the empty belly of the wash. You were never scared of monsters just of getting in trouble. Are we really going in the flood tunnel? The cops are too afraid to go down there and we aren't Nah, I'll protect you, baby Loose wraps her arms around my waist and leads me through the underpass sized entrance of the tunnel. Broken glass shimmers and graffiti adorns the cement. The earth slopes downward and the sun dampens behind us. My heart beats faster, I am afraid, but more than that, I am excited. Use produces a small glass pipe. She takes a hit and passes it to me. I've only smoked once before. This is the kind of activity usually reserved for looses other friends. Her brown eyes shine under the spark of the lighter. I fill my lungs with smoke and then cough and cough. She thoughts my back with the base of her palm and whispers. That's Explorer, setting our cell phones to glow. We go deeper underground. Our hands were outstretched, illuminated like fireflies. The tunnel is dark and silent, but for a distant dripping, I stumble over a bare mattress that's modeled the stains next to it. A grocery cart boils over with knotted plastic bags. A foreign light seeps from around the corner. I grip looses arm. Let's go back loose, holds her cell phone under her chin and gives a sugar skull grin. She skips towards the light. I don't want to know where it's coming from, but I don't want to be alone. I follow. An old woman sits on an overturned crate, suckling at the bladder from a box of wine, the light from a hurricane lamp, castor and a hunch troll like shadow wine drained. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and spots us. The woman stands. She's wearing layers of stiff skirts. Grimy duct tape holds her shoes together. This is my spot. She's shaking. You live here, loose, asks, approaching the woman slowly, hand out as if to a strange dog. My spot. The woman screams and slaps at Lucy's arm. It, you filthy *****! I took it looses arm. Let's just go listen to your ugly friend *****! The woman spits and the frothy liquid splatters on looses cheek. You won't ***** loose wipes out her face before snatching the lamp by its handle would leave. But I'm taking this.