Bookread - Olivia Saunders
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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amid summer tight stream By Louise Renison We're just passing grim bottom peak. It looks so dark and forbidding up there. I'm surprised it's not pouring down with rain, and, uh, it is pouring down with rain crumbs. It's like the lights have been turned off. You can hardly see grim bottom. The locals say that when day trippers are up there, the fog can come down in minutes, Mr Bottomley at the post office once told me. And Flossie, one minute dare trippers rock there on top, playing piggy in the middle like balm pots the next. It's so dark they can't even see the ball and it's in there and hours letter. The grownups stumble home, but the little ones had never seen no more. Sometimes late at night, they can hear them up. They're willing. I do all them lost burns. Speaking from beyond the grave, Flossie said. That's rubbish. There's a massive wild dog up there called Fang half dog, half donkey, and it comes out in the fog and takes the Children raises them as it's puppies, in my opinion, even though I haven't known her for long, my new friend, Flossie, is what is commonly known as mad. But mad or not, I am really, really excited about seeing her in my new mates again. Vaizey and Flossy and Little Joe and Honey, who can't say her ours but knows everything about boys, she says. She always has two or three on the girl. We can go into the woods near down the hall again to our special place and gather around our special tree, our special tree where we met the boys from off Academy. When they surprised us during our special dance that honey towards us, she said, We had to be proud of all of ourselves, even the bits we didn't like. It was a show in our inner glory dance or in a glory as Honey called it, which in my case was hurling my legs around shouting, I love my knees! I love them. Not quite as embarrassing as Veysey waggling her bottom at the tree but close the Wolf Academy Boys. Well, Charlie and Phil call us the Tree Sisters