Audition for Nerdy: Volume 1
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Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Hey, Dice que Didn't you hear from mojito? It seems you have forgotten your glasses in the dorm after all, dice que had heard Fumihiro, the football captain, the first time. But it was his third year in the University of Japan, and he still didn't understand why the footballers always had to be the ones to choose who sat in the front row of the stadium. He glanced sideways, noticing that everyone stared at him as if he had lost his mind. Hey, dice que you either get your geeky *** out of that chair now or I come kick it off for you dice que stubbornly sat still without looking across the field into Fumi hero and his cohorts faces, he knew how his disobedience was going to end. Fumito would finally lose control over his anger and probably do what he had threatened to do. The only advantage dice que was looking forward to was how henceforth there would be more students who would dare to sit in the front row without asking the footballers first. If that were to happen, it was only a matter of time before the stupid rules stopped dice que Get your *** off that front row now, dice que closed his eyes and waited. He knew what was going to happen any time soon. He had not only infuriated Fumito, but he had gotten half of his team to pause there, match and focus on him. Eventually, footsteps and loud cheers from the students echoed around him. Still, Dice K kept to where he was until he felt strong hands groping his arms. He opened his eyes then and stared back into from heroes. Fierce green eyes. You want to be disobedient now? Geeky one who, me hero, snarled at him. Two of his team members had held his arms and dice. Kate didn't fight them. He only gritted his teeth as they tightened their grip, hurting him. Pull him over the railings until the field, Fumi Hero said, and make sure he lands in the dirty pool. Dirty pool. For the first time, dice que felt frantic. The whole idea of changing the front row rule suddenly felt stupid to him. He had ironed his plain white shirt and wasn't one toe like any dirt on his body in the first place. Wade, he groaned, but it was too late. Fumi hero's friends pulled him out of his seat and began to drag him toward the railings that separated the field from the rest of the stadium, dice que recognized the boys that held him to be Akio and Daichi. Along with Fumito. They had physics class together and were of the same age. However, dice Que wasn't in the same social class is them. He was quite short and chubby and was unfit for football more So instead of attending parties and hanging out with half of the girls in the school, dice que preferred to spend his spare time at his private lab along with his best friend's Eiichi and I Tow. Speaking of his best friends, he wondered why he hadn't involved them in his little front row plan. It would have been quite difficult to drag all three of them down the stairs and then over the railings. Yes, tip him over already, dice que tried toe wiggle free from archeo and die cheese grip. But it was pointless. The two football players were twice his size and were much stronger than he was. The loud cheers from the students around him weren't any encouragement, either. do it already? Someone yelled while another student through his popcorn packet him, throw him over the railings. Everyone yelled, dice que finally held his breath as Akio and Daichi finally yanked him up by his collar and flipped him over the railing. A loud cheer accompanied his fall, and by the time he rolled into a pool of mud on the field, half of the students in this stadium were laughing at him, dice Que didn't worry about that. He sat in the pool for a while and white the dirt from his glasses. The mere fact that he wore glasses all the time was why most people called him a geek. Well, there was also that part of him that instinctively answered every question in class, as if he was the all too knowing. If only he could keep his mouth shut all the time and didn't concern himself with extra curricular activities, he would live an absolute stress and trouble free life. How is it going down there? Dice ***? It was Fumito, the good for nothing football player appeared his head over the railing toe laugh at him and dice Que hit has discussed over a wry smile. Oh, good, he muttered under his breath, finally inching up with one of his feet in the pond. Doesn't look that good. Fumi hero teased. Do you want Akio and Daichi to help you out of the pool into another one? Dice que glanced up in fright and slowly stepped out of the pool, preparing to finally flee. In case Akio and Daichi were coming for him again, as if the entire stadium had expected the reaction from him. A round of laughter reverberated around him again, and he grunted under his breath. Uh huh, he groaned. Very funny, Fumito. Well, it wouldn't be funny next time if you try to sit in the front row again, disturbing the match from Hero grunted. Consider this a warning. With that from Hero disappeared behind the railing and along with Akio and Daichi, he walked down the stairs and joined the rest of the team on the field who wasn't done. Laughing at dice, que dice, que stared at his ruined sandals, shirt and shorts and cursed under his breath with his head hanging over his chest, he made his way quietly to the exit doors on the field and almost stepped into another pool of water. His reflection stared back at him in the water, and he wondered if he was ever going to live the rest of his life. Meek and brilliant on the inside, but ugly and undesirable on the outside, he didn't bother to check if that was Fumi hero before he began to step towards the exit doors again, accepting that perhaps nothing about the control which the sociable university kids had over. The rest could be changed with his hands on the knob of the door, though, he paused in his step as Fumi heroes. Familiar voice rented the air. Get your *** off that front row now, Lin. I won't say it twice. A broad smile spread over dice. Case face. Perhaps he shouldn't have given up yet. He told himself being thrown into a dirty pool of water for sitting anywhere in the stadium had been worth it, and now his stubbornness had started a revolution. He stepped out of the stadium feeling proud and accomplished. Fumihiko was going to blame him for everything for a long time, but he was prepared for all the bullying and banter. Besides, there was always a cheat and a tow who would always be his sidekicks, even if the plan was blow up a few sections of the stadium to prove a point.