Jeff Zapp Audiobook Demo (Relaxed, Enchanting, Personable, Storyteller)
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)Transcript
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I squeezed my eyes together as tight as I could, praying that when I opened them again, the to distant figures that I saw leaning against the fence wouldn't be there. But I knew better. The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach was proof enough that they were real. When I opened my eyes and screwed up the courage to look again, I confirmed what I already knew straight ahead of me. Waiting were Steve mates and his buddy Cliff, and I knew they were waiting for me. It had started late last May, just before school let out. This fall, I thought maybe they'd forgotten about me. They hadn't. Seeing them here this morning meant that they were starting it all up again three weeks into the new school year, they would take what they wanted whenever they wanted and humiliate me. Why did nothing? I felt sick, a mustard, Steve said. As soon as I stepped through the opening in the fan son to the playground, he strode up and poked me in the shoulder as he spoke. Not a friendly poke, but one that really hurt, though not as much as hearing again the name Steve had given me last May. He taunted me. Then, seeing that I had a real yellow streak and he was right. I was a coward. Hey, I mumbled in reply as I tried to walk on by dumb move, I knew they weren't going to let me go. What's your hurry? Cliff demanded, reaching out to grab me by the backpack and bringing me to a halt. I bawled my hands into fists but didn't raise my arms.