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Description

Profile of Narrator, teenage boy, and his mother.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
otter flung open the door and stepped into the trailer that in his backpack slip off his shoulder and thumb to the floor. Mom, the front door slamming behind him, brought her half up out of the sofa across the living room. Over here, kiddo, she lay back into it, half swallowed, shrunken, her ears cuffed by headphones. Ah, coil of cord bobbing between her head and stereo. The air in the trailer smelled sour today, as if her sickness now permeated the house itself. With another pained effort, she swung her legs out so she could sit up to greet him. That's all right, Mom. Don't get up. Just pressed, he said as she righted herself and removed her headphones. He saw her cheeks were away, her eyes bloodshot. Mom, are you okay? His arms began to tremble, and the words felt thick, his breath coming and gulps. Was this going to be? It was today, the day she gave him a wan smile. How is the last day of being a freshman a waste of time? Like every other day at school, he lofted his mud skippers ball cap like a Frisbee toward his backpack beside the front door, where it landed perfectly on top, then ran his fingers through his hair to stop the tremors from spreading. School is never a waste of time, she said sternly. I know you're bored there. You're so smart. You have an old soul in so many ways. But you don't know a damn thing about how the world works, and I'm not going to be here to teach you. His heart, clenched in his voice, cut, Stop saying that, she sighed. Sorry, it's been a rough day. How's Angelika? His shrugged. She's Leica emphasis on the leak. It was an old joke that went back to a time when Leica had laughed so hard she almost wet herself. His response sounded Maurin different than he intended it, but the truth was legal. Walker was the only person who ever gave a damn enoughto listen to his stupid poems and lyrics and read comics with him. Everyone else just looked at him like it was. Two were toe live. Some friends are the only family we have