Audio Book Sample 1 (Teen Novel)

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Description

A sample from a Teen Novel, of which the character is mid teens.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Teen (13-17)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he looked at me the way boys doing films as if I'm beautiful. He wouldn't speak much. He'll be breathing hard as he took off his leather jacket and unbuckled his jeans. He'd wear white pants. It is so gorgeous, had almost faint. He'd take my clothes off, too. He'd whisper Desert, I love you. I really bloody love you. You're beautiful. Exactly those words As he undressed me, I sit up and switch on the bedside light. There's a pen, but no paper. So on the wall behind me, I write. I want to feel the weight of a boy on top of me. Then I lie back down and look out at the sky. It's got a funny colour. Red and charcoal all at once. Like the day is bleeding out. I can smell sausages. Saturday night is always sausages. They'll be mash and cabbage and onion gravy, too. Dad will have the lottery ticket, and Cal will have chosen the numbers and they'll sit in front of the T V and eat dinner from trays on their laps. They watch the X factor, and then they'll watch Who wants to be a millionaire? After that, cow will have a bath and go to bed, and Dad will drink beer and smoke until it's late enough for him to sleep. He came up to see me earlier. He walked over to the window and open the curtains. Oh, look at that, he said. His light flooded the room. There was the afternoon, the tops of trees, the sky. He stood silhouetted against the window, his hands on his hips. He looked like a power ranger. If you won't talk about it, how can I help you? He said. And he came over and sat on the edge of my bed. I held my breath. If you do it for long enough, white lights dance in front of your eyes. He reached over and stroked my head, his fingers gently massaging my scalp. Breathe, Tessa, he whispered. Instead, I grabbed my hat from the bedside table and yanked it on right over my eyes. He went away then