Child's book
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Language
EnglishVoice Age
Child (5-12)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the story begins. Mom, what's that mean? What's going on? Coming from the living room TV, I heard the announcer say, Breaking news. Seven injured, six known dead. The lots of big words I couldn't figure out. Emergency situation. Death toll high alert, terrorists group taking responsibility. Mom was working in the kitchen and didn't even know what I was talking about until she followed me into the living room. There are all sorts of crazy things on TV. People running and yelling Smoke sirens, police, ambulances. It was also scary. It was a little like some of the video games my big brother plays, but worse because the adults were crying. There was no animation, and I couldn't tell who were the good guys and who were the bad guys. The look on my mother's face told me this was serious. Something terrible had happened. Mom turned off the TV and tried to change the subject to distract me. She asked me to come with her to the kitchen while she cut up vegetables for dinner. I was having a snack and starting my homework when her phone suddenly got a text. It was a song that always plays when Aunt Rachel wants to tell her something. Even though I'm not allowed to read Mom's messages, I saw a few words flash on the screen for a second. OMG have you been listening to? And then the words disappeared. Mom faced timed my father right away and they whispered a lot. There was something they didn't want me to know. I was getting scared when Dad came home. He talked about traffic. He told my little sister not to eat with their fingers and asked my big brother Noah if he had any tests. And someone said the chicken was delicious. No one said anything about what was on TV, so I didn't either. After dinner, I did all the stuff I usually do and pretty much forgot about everything that scared me. I played and took a shower and brush my teeth and put on my pajamas. When I got into bed, I was really glad that I had my stuffed animals and action figures all around me. The next morning I went to school and everything was just about the same. We did English language arts, math and wrote in our journals. I wondered whether I should write about what I had seen on TV, but I decided not to, because I really didn't know if it would be okay. And besides, it was so confusing. I didn't know what it was all about. So I wrote about my soccer game instead. By the time it was finally lunchtime, I was starving. I was also excited, thinking about recess until I remembered about Jack. He always made me give him my chips. He was big and mean look like a blowfish. Maybe I didn't want those chips. Anyway. The bus ride home was normal. We all squished in with our backpacks. Lots of kids were talking and laughing while the kids in the back were screaming and throwing things. The bus driver yelled that he was gonna have to stop the bus if we didn't stay in our seats. Yep, just a regular day. Mom was waiting for me. When I got home, I heard the television in the living room and the story about an attack. It was just like yesterday. Did something happen again? While I was taking off my jacket, Mom quickly ran and turned off the TV. My little sister Zoo key didn't even seem to notice and was probably too young to care anyway. Mom and I talked about school and soccer practice and whether is hungry. We didn't talk about Jack. Noah brought his best friend May, sent home from school that afternoon. They rushed into the house, headed for the kitchen and stuff to their faces. A secretly hoped they weren't going to finish the chips. What would happen to me if they weren't any left to give Jack the next day? Mom told the big boys they had to start their homework. But no, I didn't want Teoh. He wanted to play video games instead. At first they just talked, but then it got pretty loud. Mom and Noah argued for ever, and then they finally worked it out. I was hoping the boys would get to play video games so I could watch. Wow, it was so cool. Mason got to the next level about Pau. I just stared at the explosions on the screen and could imitate the sounds of the weapons perfectly. How come Mom and dad won't let me play these games? These aren't real people, so nobody is really dying. It's just a game. It's not Riel reset that everything can go back to the way it waas