YA Fiction Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Irish (General) North American (General) Scottish (General) Spanish (South American - General)Transcript
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Delta stumbled. It felt like she was falling through space for a second. She couldn't remember where or when she was a lost memory bubbled up inside her and a bright wave of pain pierced her chest. Her hand gripped her shirt over her heart and she couldn't make her legs work. Daddy don't leave without me, daddy. The cake. She was standing in her gravel driveway watching their families blue pickup rumble away her birthday. Delta clutched a box of cake mix in one hand and a wire whisk in the other. They had been fixing to make a cobbler together. He shouted, I love you through the open truck window, but he didn't come back. It got dark. Cicadas had sung for a long time while she waited. There'd been no birthday dessert. Mama had locked herself in her room and daddy was gone. He left his best girl, his little cricket and he didn't come back for her even though Delta had slept out on the gravel and waited all night crack. Delta startled, then leaped toward Caleb, but it was too late. The stone hex hit his tiny back so hard he flew forward several feet and landed in Delta's arms. Delta hugged him tight, Caleb wheezed painfully for several breaths before his small body finally went still and rigid. The balloon floated off into the sky. Delta's tears started. The concrete smoke stung Delta's lungs, her throat filled with a leaden lump of grief. She clutched Caleb's cool, stony hand and wept. I'm so sorry, sweetie, I'm so sorry. He was so helpless and Delta had failed him. None of this made sense. You favor the McGill's, we won. The hot, foul stench of the McGill zombies breath against her ear, made Delta's skin crawl and she squeezed her eyes shut, leathery, flaky skin scratched Delta's cheek. Are you one of us? I am Delfin McGill, a whispered voice, shaking. Trust no one bairn hate and kill the zombie, hobbled off, cackling to itself. They'll keep killing folks. Do we? Unmake them. Delta told herself, Katie and I still have to do the reverse curves. Delta planted a kiss on Caleb's stone cheek. I'll find a way to fix you, she promised him. Then. Delta was up and running, screaming Katie bird's name into the chaos, dodging running bodies. Delta Storm McGill Delta frozen, place her stomach a block of ice. Only one person would call her by her full name. She turned stiffly to see mama furious and pale as she strode through the confused crowd to ****** Delta's arm. What in mercy's name are you doing here Duffus, stared like a deer in headlights and mama didn't wait for an answer. She kept right on scolding lowering her voice to a hiss, Someone's been messing with. Strong conjure and we're getting out of here before folks start remembering our family used to do magic and pointing fingers. I've told the hearns that secret magic is still breaking the rules. Delta couldn't breathe when mama was like this fuss and nonstop. It felt like the world was closing in on Delta. She couldn't even think to form an excuse. Mama yanked her down the street by the arm with one hand furiously texting on her cell phone with the other, giving Delta no choice but to stumble along after her. I came home from my birth at seven this morning and you were gone and I told myself I can trust my daughter. She stand between our house and the museum Trailhead, like a good girl and here you are in this mess. Where have you been just around with J. T. Bird? Hearn and dollar nibbles all, Delta stammered, blinking back, terrified tears If mama found out.