Middle Grade Audiobook Character Voices
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Chapter one. Mom, I yelled. He did it again. Did what? Mom called from the laundry room. I stomped down the hall to join her. The furball chewed my pencils to splinters. I opened my palm to show her the wooden fragments that remained of my pencil. Mom looked up from the T shirt she was folding. You know Benji is teething. How am I supposed to do my homework now? Mom reached into the dryer and pulled out a pair of jeans. Use a pen. Were not allowed to use pens and math. Good heavens, Henry. Mom cried. Just borrow one from your sister. Can't we just put a muzzle on him? Henry, that wasn't nice. You know where Wolf pups need to chew? Then give him a bone. I said I'm tired of all my stuff getting chewed up. He's got bones, but he keeps burying them in the yard. Can we at least put him in a kennel? My mother stopped folding and stared at me. No, I knew I wasn't going to win the fight, so I left the kitchen to find my sister. Hopefully she had a pencil I could borrow. Ever since my baby Brothers first wolf transition He'd been hard to live with, and my parents didn't seem to care. You were the same way when you were a pop, Henry Dad said. When I complained to him about Benji, your sister wasn't nearly as bad. Maybe it's a boy thing, Mom added. I didn't buy it. I couldn't have been as bad as my little brother. He'd already gone through three cribs, Mom says. We wear wolves changed without control until we were four years old. Then we can choose when we want to change. I tried being patient, but it's hard when your three year old brother keeps changing into a wolf and destroying everything around him. I already knew it was going to be a very long year. I found my sister in the living room doing her homework in front of the TV. Her books were wide open and spread all over the coffee table. Hey, Sarah, can I borrow a pencil? Benji ate all mine. Sarah grabbed a pencil from her pencil case and handed it to me without saying a word. How come he never choose yours? I asked. I keep mine locked up, said Sarah. Without looking up as if sensing we were talking about him. Benji came bouncing into the room. His grave for was all static and stuck up, and his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth. He? Yep, playfully at us. I don't want to play, I told him. I have homework. Benji tilted his head and dipped again. Get Sarah to play, I said, and turns to go to my room. Benji was back to being a boy. By the time we sat for supper, he was sitting in his high chair and flinging roast office. Trey. Yeah, he shouted. Oh, Benji! Mom said You need to eat meat to grow strong. In response, Benji simply stuck out his tongue and jammed peas into his mouth. Benji was a weird kid. Normal wear wolves ate meat, but he refused. He would eat everything but meet whoever heard of aware wolf not eating meat. Your father and I will be going out this Saturday, Mom said as you scooped up more peas and put it on Benji's train next to his mashed potatoes. Where you going? Sarah asked, were attending the pack council. Your father and I have a presentation on dealing with humans. There's talk of a land developer looking to buy property around town, said Dad. We have to prepare the folks in the event humans do move into town. Both of my parents have very important jobs. My father worked for the pack and was part of a small group responsible for keeping our existence secret from the human world. My mother worked in the human relations department for our town of wolves crossing Alberta. It is not easy to stay hidden when your town is the only wear wolf community in the entire world, especially when humans keep moving close to us. Dad was spooning mashed potatoes onto his plate when Benji hurled his peace through the air. They flew over the table and landed on dad's plate and speckled his mashed potatoes like confetti. Not saying anything, he removed the peas and set them aside on his plate. Jennie Logan will be baby sitting, Mom continued. I nearly choked on my mouthful of roast. I am too old for a baby sitter, I said. Once I swallowed Henry. It's more for Benji sake, Dad said. If it were only you and Sara, it would be no problem. We can watch him, Sarah offered. There's two of us. No way, Mom said. You're both too young. Come on, Mom, I said, I'm almost 13 and Sarah is almost 12. No, that's the end of the discussion. Mom said, maybe when you're older, I took another bite of my roast, but I no longer felt hungry. I was too old for a baby sitter, and it was embarrassing. My eyes met Sarah across the table. I could tell by the look she gave me that. She felt the same. I'm not a pop anymore, I said as I pushed the mashed potatoes around my plate with my fork. I looked up. All my friends have started baby sitting, and they're the same age as me. Mom frowned at me. Henry aware, Wolf pup. It's a lot of work. I don't feel you're ready yet. I rolled my eyes. You'll never think I'm old enough, I said, under my breath