Jonathan Del Palmer Audiobook Sample (English, Narration, Character)
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EnglishVoice Age
Child (5-12)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Hello. My name is Jonathan Del Palmer and I'll be reading from ghost boys by jewel parker Rhodes. Sky is overcast. There isn't any snow, just dirty mounds of ice on the ground. Kids are escaping school yelling and shouting across the street or some dealers. Principal Elton watches them. Nobody is approaching me, Carlos and kim. I study the gun guns. Blackness is bold, startling. I'm always good teasing kim doesn't count. I say what grandma wants to hear, calm her and Ma watch out for kim play Minecraft for just an hour. Okay, sometimes too. Do my homework. Even act nice when Mr Myers isn't asking me. He's asking the whole class to welcome the new kid sucker. That's me. Why can't I have some fun, Pretend I'm a rebel in rogue one. Better yet scare Eddie. If he tries ambushing me on the way home or jumping me tomorrow on the way to school, why am I the only one who's scared all the time? It's just a toy. I whisper to kim. It won't do anything bad. The gun rests in Carlos. Brown palm. My head aches. My stomach hurts grandma and Ma won't like it pop. Will get mad weird kim's words make me want the toy more. It's OK, says Carlos in the cold. His breath blows smoke. It's okay. Carlo spins tux the toy into his pocket. I clutched his arm. I want to play Carlos grins slyly. He slides the toy to me by, he says jogging, then running full out. I gripped the handle. It's firm with ridges, the barrel doesn't spin, but the trigger cocks just as if you were loading or firing a real gun. I looked down the rounded muzzle. There aren't any plastic bullets or pellets. My hands shake. I look up light snow falls, I shiver. It's just a toy. Why am I scared of a toy? I made a friend, I say to kim as if that explains everything. She scowls and starts walking home, her lips taut. Thin like Ma's when she's angry. Today was a good day. I say I didn't get hurt, I didn't get beat. Today was a good day. I made a friend. I keep chattering and though she's my little sister, she's street smart. She knows how lonely my school days are. She knows I'm begging, begging without saying. Don't tell. Don't tell. Please don't tell Ma or grandma especially not pop. She slips her hand in mine. I know I'm safe. We walk home, my left hand feels how warm Kim's gloves are, like Carlos. I don't have any gloves. My right hand clutches the plastic in my pocket. It burns