Memoir/autobiography audiobook sample, North American, multiple ages
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Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I awoke when the car hit the first utility pole. I've been asleep on the floor under my sister's feet, A blanket over my head. I tried to sit up but the car was shaking, lunging. It felt like it was coming apart and Audrey fell on top of me. I couldn't see what was happening but I could feel and hear it. Another loud thud, a lurch. My mother screaming Tyler from the front seat and a final violent jolt before everything stopped and silence set in. Several seconds passed, in which nothing happened. Then I heard Audrey's voice. She was calling her names one x 1, then she said, everyone's here except Tara. I tried to shout but my face was wedged under the seat, my cheek pressed to the floor. I struggled under Audrey's weight as she shouted my name. Finally I arched my back and pushed her off, then stuck my head out of the blanket and said here I looked around, Tyler had twisted his upper body so that he was practically climbing into the back seat, His eyes bulging as he took in every cut, every bruise, every pair of wide eyes, I could see his face but he didn't look like his face blood gushed from his mouth and down his shirt. I closed my eyes trying to forget the twisted angles of his blood stained teeth. When I opened them again it was to check everyone else. Richard was holding his head and hand over each ear like he was trying to block out the noise. Audrey's nose was strangely hooked and blood was streaming from it down her arm luke was shaking, but I couldn't see any blood. I had a gash on my forearm, from where the seats frame had caught hold of me. Everyone will write My father's voice. There was a general mumble. There are power lines on the car. Dad said. Nobody gets out until they've been shut off his door opened and for a moment I thought he had been electrocuted. But then I saw he pitched himself far enough so that his body had never touched the car and the ground. At the same time, I remember peering at him through my shattered window as he circled the car, His red cap pushed back so the brim reached upward, licking the air. He looked strangely boyish. He circled the car, then stopped crouching low, bringing his head level with the passenger seat. Are you okay? He said then he said it again the third time he said it. His voice quivered. I leaned over the seat to see who he was talking to and only then realized how serious the accident had been. The front half of the car had been compressed, the engine arched curving back over itself like a fold in solid rock. There was a glare on the windshield from the morning sun. I saw criss crossing patterns of fissures and cracks. The site was familiar. I had seen hundreds of shattered windshields in the junkyard. Each one unique with this particular spray of Gossamer extruding from the point of impact. A chronicle of the collision. The cracks on our windshield told their own story. Their epicenter was a small ring with Fischer circling outward. The ring was directly in front of the passenger seat. You okay, dad? Pleaded Honey. Can you hear me? Mother was in the passenger seat, her body faced away from the window. I couldn't see her face, but there was something terrifying in the way she slumped against her seat. Can you hear me, dad? Said? He repeated this several times, eventually in a movement so small it was almost imperceptible. I saw the tip of mothers ponytail dip as she nodded.