Superfudge
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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life was going along OK when my mother and father dropped the news. Bam! Just like that. We have something wonderful to tell you, Peter, Mom said. Before dinner, she was slicing carrots into the salad bowl. I grabbed one. What is it? I asked. I figured maybe my father's been made president of the company. Or maybe my teacher phones saying that even though I don't get the best grades in fifth grade, I am definitely the smartest kid in the class. We're going to have a baby, Mom said. We're going toe What? I asked, Starting to choke. Dan had to whack me on the back. Tiny pieces of chewed up carrot flew out of my mouth and hit the counter. Mom, wake them up with a sponge. Have a baby, Dad said. You mean you're pregnant? I asked Mom. That's right, she told me, patting her middle. Almost four months. Four months. You've known for four months and you didn't tell me. We wanted to be sure. Dad said it took you four months to be sure. I saw the doctor the second time today, Mom said the baby's due in February. She reached over and tried to tosel my hair. I ducked and got out of the way Before she could touch me. Dad took the lid off the pot on the stove and stirred up the stew, and Mom went back to slicing carrots. You would have thought we were discussing the weather. How could you? I shouted. How could you? Isn't one enough? They both stopped and looked at me. I kept right on shouting another fudge, just what this family needs. I turned and stormed on the hall. Fudge, my four year old brother, was in the living room. He was shoving crackers into his mouth and laughing like a loon at Sesame Street on TV. I looked at him and thought about having to go through it all over again. The kicking in the screaming in the messes and mawr much mawr. I thought so angry that I kicked the wall fudge turned high pita. He said. You're the biggest pain ever invented! I yelled. He tossed a handful of crackers at me. I raced to my room and slammed the door so hard my map of the world fell off the wall and landed on the bed. My dog turtle barked I opened the door just enough to let him squeeze through, then slammed it shut again. I pulled my adidas bag out of the closet and empty to dresser drawers into it. Another fudge, I said to myself, They're going to have another fudge. There was a knock at my door in Dead called Peter. Go away, I told him I'd like to talk to you, he said. About what? As if I didn't know the baby. What baby? You know what, baby? We don't need another baby. We'll need it or not. It's coming, Dad said. So you might as well get used to the idea. Never. We'll talk about it later, Dad said. In the meantime, scrub up. It's time for dinner. I'm not hungry. A zipped up my bag, grabbed a jacket and opened my bedroom door. No one was there. I marched on the hall and found my parents in the kitchen. I'm leaving, I announced. I'm not going toe hang around, waiting for another fudge to get born. Goodbye. I didn't move. I just stood there waiting to see what they do next. Where you going? Mom asked. She took four plates out of the cabinet and handed them to dad to Jimmy Fargo's. I said, although until that moment I hadn't thought at all about where I would go. They have a one bedroom apartment, Mom said. You'd be very crowded. Then I'll go to Grandma's. She'll be happy to have me. Grandma's in Boston for the week, visiting at Linda. Oh, so why don't you scrub up and have your dinner and then you can decide where to go?