Youthful and Expressive YA and Fantasy Narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the words threaded thinly through the air, flitting into Cepa's ears and straight back out without staying long enough for her to comprehend their meaning. For a full minute, she and the homunculus stared at each other without speaking. Then she said weekly, Whatever. Do you need a child for the homunculus? Zais made a full circuit of the room before he answered. I know what mom kill us, he said. Each word seemed to be more of a struggle than the last. He paused to catch his breath before continuing. I wash joshing. I died, came back. Need party. You came back from the after? She asked At last. He nodded, but did not explain. But you have a body already in its it, he said, working his face into a disgusted grimace. Charity people. But you took that body, she said a little more boldly. What's to stop you from taking another? Why do you need a baby from me? Cannot take must be giving. Say it. The words come out softly as my head starts to spin, and I try to wake myself up from this bad dream. This has to be a bad dream. This can't be happening. Not to me. She's pregnant. He repeats the words I heard whispered in the gym. I wait for him to continue. Wait for him to tell me that what I'm thinking isn't true that way for him to tell me anything. This is Jacob. He wouldn't do this to me. He wouldn't hurt me like this. Not the Jacob who holds me during scary movies and brings me ice cream when I'm not in a good mood. Not my Jacob. My knees buckled combos Hold on me, Titans to make sure I don't hit the ground. But he can't stop the roiling of my stomach. And I put my hand in my mouth to keep from being sick. I'm a catcher. I cry laughing to cover up how horrified I am by the taunt, I practically live in a squat. Sadly, Kevin isn't wrong about my thighs any more than I am about his. But I have huge lies. It's all muscle, but that doesn't make me feel any better about it. At least I'm tall, five feet nine inches and I have a decent chest D cups, Thank you very much. My long, dirty blond hair is kind of boring, but my big blue eyes air pretty. I don't think I'm hopeless in the looks department, but that doesn't mean I want my guy friends all laughing about my thunder thighs.