Finality
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) Scottish (General)Transcript
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Michael woke with a start. Someone next door was wailing. It was a gut wrenching cry of despair. Sort, you could never fake. We're still, Michael recognised the voice he threw in his sneakers and run downstairs, joining his younger sister, Sophia, on the doorstep. The payer stood open, mouth staring at next door's yard. Their neighbour was prostrate on the lawn with his arms wrapped around his waves. The legs he was shaking as he went, repeating the same gutter or cry, begging her not to go. His wife was immaculately dressed like she was going for a job interview in her hand, she clinched an old working brown envelope. Michael could just make out a neat signature on defeated the ministry stamp. On the front, the women could have been carved from marble. Such was our resolve. She stared straight ahead and unflinching, But her cheeks shanked as if gravity are cold, all of its debts at once. The husband's wailing petered out into a whimper, new ng down. His wife gently prices fingers from a calf. The man craned his neck and stared at her with bunch your eyes and sword and cheeks. Don't he stammered. She took his head in her hands. I will always love you, she whispered. She forced a fleeting smile and kissed his forehead, ones keeping her head perfectly level. She set off for the great dormer rising from the centre of the city. She was clutching the envelope so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Michael and Sofia watched in silence as the woman shrank from view with bowed heads. The rest of the street returned to their homes, but the desolate husband continued weeping on his loan, clutching his sides and disbelief. Kensi, pace! They say The principal's office like a caged animal. How much longer is she gonna be? Are you people even a load to do detentions on Saturdays? Take a seat. Urge the secretary Cows examined the brochure on the model counter, Then rearrange them face down. Do you mind not doing that? Snapped the secretary. I'm helping. No one wants to see the ugly *****. A lease on the cover. Lisa is my niece. I can see the resemblance. Before the secretary could reprimand her, the principal's doors opened a stern voice. Someone calc in. She blew the secretary a kiss, then strolled through, heading for the principal's vacant chair. Don't even think about it, the principal said. Kelsey ruled Horizon smoked on the adjacent coach, helping herself to an apple. Where are your ministry? Guardians said the principal. Can't see shrugged, probably at the bar or the police. So dead. If I'm lucky, I rather wish they were here for this meeting. And I rather wish my real parents weren't meth heads. But there we go. Is that true? If you bother to read my file, you'd know. I confess when you transferred here, I didn't have time to digest all the particulars of your The principal trailed on brushing as she foot through the dense binder. My crappy life, your journey to us. You're going to keep pissing my Saturday at the world. Or can we get on with whatever this is? The principal sent the binder assigned with a sigh, folding her arms and wind forward. I'll keep this brief. Then you have ignored every warning skipped. The tensions fought on DH intimidated. Other people's on DH. Parents on rejected. Oh, our help! Everyone appreciates you have difficulties at home, but we've reached a point where your behaviour is impact. I thought you said you'd be brief. Interrupted County. The principal's face soured. Miss Berry with regret. I am forced to expel you permanently. The head of P entered, crunching agree, restraining jackets. The principal I can't see coldly. If you comply, we'll keep the straps and loose.