The Bone Crown: 3rd Person, YA Fantasy, M/F Dialogue, Hispanic/Texan
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) Spanish (Mexican)Transcript
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Scene one, the coach bent down to examine Emily's nose, then stood back rubbing her temples and shooting a look at Ophelia 20 minutes. She muttered, school's over for the week in 20 minutes. All you had to do was not punch anyone until practice was over and the final bell rang. It's not like I just go around randomly punching people all the time. Ophelia protested. She only punched bullies and never more than once a month or so. Usually the coach held up a finger silencing her. I did not ask for a comment from you. Emily smirked, the expression marred by blood between her teeth. The urge to punch her again, tingled through Ophelia's body. But before she could do more than twitch in the cheerleader's direction, the coach laid a restraining hand on her shoulder. She was making fun of Ophelia started to protest. But the coach cut her off with a sharp gesture. I'm sure she was. Coach Lopez said, but that doesn't excuse resorting to violence and it doesn't make a difference in what, you know, has to happen. Now, she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as Ophelia's heart sank her next words fell like a blow. Get yourself to the principal's office and see if you can talk your way out of a suspension. Emily, smirk widened at least until Coach Lopez pivoted to stab a finger at her and you get to the nurse to have that nose checked if I hear rumors of you making trouble for any of my kids. Again, I will have a very serious chat with your coach about the characteristics expected from a school representative of your level C two. Ophelus lauched down into one of the flower pattern chairs before the desk, Doctor Kayden sat and lifted an elegantly manicured hand to flip open the thick file on her desk. Ophelia's student record. The motion was just for show. Doctor Caden knew Ophelia's record by heart as she was the one always trying to get Ophelia to stop adding more citations to it. Doctor Caden turned a page and tapped a fingernail on the line of text. Last semester. She started, you hijacked the student broadcast channel to publicly accuse the prom committee of embezzling decoration funds. That was proven to be true. Later, Ophelia protested and three weeks before that, you engineered a walk out to protest and I quote the school's de prioritizing of disabled student accommodations that was perfectly legit. Ophelia replied stubbornly and also true. The school board dragged their feet for months on installing a new ramp after the old one was torn down. You were as frustrated as I was remember. Yes, but I didn't engineer a walkout that turned into a riot. I couldn't help it if some Rando got violent. If I recall, you were one of those violent Rando. You shoved the quarterback when he refused to join the walkout and started shouting that the ramp funds should be redirected to buy new team jerseys. Instead that was how the riot started. Ophelia purged her lips. He's twice my size short of hitting him with a tire iron, which I didn't even though I was tempted, nothing I did to him was going to leave a dent shoving. Someone doesn't count as inciting a riot when he barely even stumbled from it. He's an idiot anyway. And violence is fine as long as it's perpetrated against idiots. Ophelia slouched a little deeper into her chair. She had no quick comeback for that one scene. Three Lewis answered on the first ring like the worry wart. Big brother. He was, what's wrong were his first words? His voice was tinged with suspicion. Ophelia rolled her eyes but she couldn't deny. It was sometimes nice to have someone worry about her though. She couldn't do it without the suspicion. Calm down. She said, I don't need you to help me bury a body or anything. And some people answer the phone with a nice hello or how can I help you? You know, those people don't have troublemakers as their little sister Lewis replied. Now, what's wrong. I am not a troublemaker. Ophelia. Uh-oh. That was his big brothers tone of voice and it meant he would take no crap from her. She leaned against a locker while she delivered the bad news. I kind of sort of punch someone again. You sound just like Dia Melissa. She teased. There was the sound of a heavy sigh and then a moment's silence. Well, semi silence. Lewis was at their home and that place was never silent. Ophelia could make out the feral shrieking of their six year old sister. Amelia nicknamed cricket in the background. And further off a buzzing might or saw her dad must have finally taken on a new carpentry project after his long leave of absence from work. The thought cheered her a bit. Maybe things might finally be edging back toward normal or a new emptier version of normal. Anyway, an old familiar sorrow rose up in her and she pushed it back down. It was justified. Trust me. She told Lewis and I managed to talk my way out of his suspension, but I still have to serve detention today. And the week after fall break I was just about to leave to pick you up. Yeah, that's why I called. It'll be another quickly. She calculated the timing. Detention lasted 40 minutes after the last bell. But she wanted enough time to check out the forest afterwards too. Hour she finished and I'm guessing you want me to break the news to dad. Lewis asked. Gilt welled up. I'm sorry. She told him I can tell him later if you want. Nah Lewis said I'll do it. I know you hate letting him down. So, do you? She noted they'd always been a devoted family, which was wonderful most of the time, but only made things harder at times like this. I'm 19. My skin has had more time to thicken up than yours. He replied, which was an utter lie. Lewis was the most softhearted person she knew, especially where family matters were concerned. You tell him about the detention sentencing and then when I get home, I'll tell him the details about what I did to earn it. Ophelia offered and then I'll make you Lewis's voice. Cheered considerably when he said deal.