The Boy Audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter one, the Bracelet High School junior Diego Ramirez turned the collar of his jacket up against his neck and buried his hands in his pockets. He had stayed warm at the farmers market. Today, his customers bustled about buying produce and gossiping about early Halloween plans. All of that business had kept Diego moving, but now that he was simply walking home, he was starting to get chilled. He crossed Charleston, looked up at the brick facade of this school Puget Academy. The building dwarfed the craftsman style homes on the street, several of which had pumpkin sitting out on their porches. The school seemed to be taking it. Sunday rests. No. Cars were in the parking lot, and no one milled about on its grounds. Once he passed the school, Diego took a left on Heinz and headed down the hill. He felt a drop of rain on the back of his neck, so he readjusted his collar in the front yard of the house. On the corner, a young woman struggled with a rake and orange lawn bag and a massive pile of multi colored leaves. That sure looks like a lot of leaves, he called out Can I give you a hand? The woman looked up, then stood smiling, holding the rake next to her like a dance partner. Oh, no, no, thanks. I've got it. It's just a gust of wind scattered the pile. The woman ran her hand through her hair here, said Diego, hopping up the threesome and stairs to the front yard. He squatted down and gather leaves into smaller piles with his hands, then helped her feed them into the plastic bag, which was decorated with black triangular eyes and a wide, toothy grin. I thought I could do this job myself, said the woman. No worries. They made quick work of the leaves. Diego stood up and extended his hand. Hi, I'm Diego, that jackal Leonard leaf bag. It's so cool. I want to buy some for my boyfriend and his family, Kirsten High said the woman shaking his hand. I thought that if I bought decorative bags, the kids would want to do the yard work. Ha! She gestured to the absence of kids. They shared a laugh. You look familiar. Do you go to school near here? Yeah, P a, said Diego, pointing back over his shoulder and I sometimes help my uncle sell his apples at the Sunday farmers market when he comes over from Wenatchee. That's where I've seen you. At that moment, the front door of Kirsten's house flew open in. A small, dark haired boy raced down the front steps toward them. Mom, Lori Frew is Smurf ball on her pie! Shouted the boy before catching sight of Diego. He immediately stopped talking and hid behind his mother. Kirsten dropped the rake to pick up the boy, who wrapped his legs around his mother's hips and tucked his head into the side of her neck. Can you say hello to Mr Diego? John John! Hi, whispered the boy.