British Children's Story

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Description

This is a British audition for a rhyming children's book.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (General) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Chapter one. Dylan's Threat. Alright, guys, time for the class closer. Can anyone tell me what an honor man appear is? The teacher looked around the room with hopeful anticipation. Her eyes worked their way around the classroom before finally arriving at the desk at the front of the class. As she made eye contact, the small girl sat behind the desk, shot up her hand. Thank you, La La, Go ahead. The teacher raised her eyebrow. At the rest of the class, it was clear that it was the normal routine for Lola to be the only one to put their hand up for the class closer. A beaming smile swept across Lola's face as she prepped her answer. Her grin stretched from one cheek to the other, revealing her missing front tooth. She didn't care that she was always the first and only one to put her hand up. She loved the challenge of the class closer, especially from her favorite teacher. She eagerly took to have it. Mrs. Jones, in on um on a pier is a word that mimics the sound of the object it refers to. Lowly, looked around and saw confused faces from the rest of the class, for example. Kuku Oh, sizzle, she continued. Her classmates nodded, impressed at Lula, whispering their own examples of honor. More appears. Thank you, though, you big weirdo. Do you enjoy being such a loser? Interrupted a child at the back of the class. He was a big child, bigger than all the other Children. He wore long, baggy trousers with big steel toe boots, which made him look even bigger. His long, greasy hair looked like he emptied a tub of gel into it. Every morning, it covered most of his body face. The other Children turned to statues with their bottoms family fixed in their seats. Lola tend to look at him. His eyes were pets of darkness. She didn't expect the insults to bother her, but the words almost knocked her back into her seat. Lola could see the fear. Her classmates had fallen victim to. Her beaming smile faded away as anger began to brew In her squinted eyes, she cleared her throat and intensely fixed her stare on the boy. Oh, no, it's the big and bad boy. Dylan was me answering the question a tad overzealous. You know, you're just to want to be villain. How embarrassing. You can't just admit that you're jealous. The class fell silent in shock. Lola was the first person anyone had ever seen Stand up to Dylan. Chapter two. I still can't believe the stories about Jenny Bolan. She didn't do anything wrong. Poor girl still got her lunch money stolen. I still don't believe in that Dylan's World Place, but we should come up with a backup plan, just in case. She spoke with an uncharacteristic sense of doubt. She was used to always being able to figure things out. Normally, Lola enjoyed solving problems and coming up with new ideas for the first time. It wasn't clear in her mind as she was overwhelmed by her fears. Dylan's world is real all right, about as real as is ending up in the trash. I can picture it now, the lid slamming down, then cling, clang, crash. Lola looked up and pictured herself, smothered inside of a smelly Been, she could smell the rotting food covering her head. She wiped the imaginary food crumbs from her chin. Okay, stop it, Oscar. Did you think of anything before you went to bed? She said, snapping out of the vision. Actually, I had one idea that was all right. It might not work, but then again, I think it might, he said. Within decision. Oscar talk. Start moving your cheeks. Well, it's kind of like what we were saying last night about the Romans and the Greeks. Not quite. I mean, like using something to pay him. I've got lunch money, but with that only delay him. But what if we could use something other than money? Oscar asked with frustration, Oscar. Very funny. But then the reports to think, Do you mean using something like in, Oh, no, the screamed aloud. What happened? Oscar frantically looked around. It's my foot. I think it's broken! Lola screamed as she turned in pain. Oscar looked over. You got to be joking. He saw the object shimmering in the thunderous rain. The mysterious object was hidden inside a sack sealed by tightly woven rope. Is that what it looks like? Oscar's face filled with hope as the rain splashed into Oscar's eyes. His vision was hazy. Excitement replaced the pain in Lola's cries. No way! This is crazy!