Audio book Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) US African AmericanTranscript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Chapter one, I could turn invisible. It's a superpower or at least a secret power, but it's not like in the movies and I'm not a superhero. So don't start thinking that heroes are the stars who save the day. I just disappear. See, I didn't know at first that I had this magic. I just knew that teachers forgot my name and kids didn't ask me to play. And one time at the end of the fourth grade, a boy in my class found to me and said, where did you come from? I don't think I've ever seen you before. I used to hate being invisible, but now I understand it's because of magic. My older sister, Sam says it's not a real super secret power. It's just called being shy, but Sam can be rude sometimes. And the truth is my power can come in handy. Like when my mom and Sam fight like right now I wrap myself in invisibility and rest my forehead against the back seat window. Watch a raindrop slide down the side of our old station wagon. You should stop the car. Sam says to mom except Sam actually said it to her phone because she doesn't look up. She's sitting in the pasture seat with her feet slammed against the glove compartment, knee, smash it to her chest. Her whole body cut into a glowing screen mom size. Oh, please. We don't need to stop. It's just a little rain but she takes the windshield wipers up a notch and taps the brakes until we're going slug slow. The rain started as soon as we enter Washington State and it only gets worse as our car inches past the hand painted. Welcome to Sunbeam sign. Welcome to harmony town, a town of nonstop rain. It's named like an inside joke. Sam smacks her black painted lips. K That's all just one letter. She tap, taps her screen, sending bubbles of words and emojis to all her friends back home. I wonder what she's saying in those messages sometimes when I let myself, I imagine she's writing to me, Sam. Can you at least try to have a good attitude about this? Mom shoves her glasses up to her nose with too much force like her glasses just insulted her and it's personal. How could you ask me that? Sam looks up from her phone. Finally she can glare at mom. This side always starts. Their fights are loud and explosive. They burn each other up. It's safer to keep quiet. I press my fingertip against a rain splatted window like I'm connecting the dots. My eyelids go heavy. I'm so used to the fighting that it's practically a lullaby. But like you realize you're basically the worst, right? Like this is actually not ok. Sam, mom is all edges, shoulder stiff, every muscle tensed. I hold my breath. Thank invincibility. Invincibility, invincibility. No, seriously, Sam continues just because you randomly decide that you want to see how mo more that doesn't mean that we want to uproot our entire lives. I had plans this summer. Not that you care. You didn't even give us fair warning. Sam's not wrong. Mom told us only two weeks ago that we were leaving California for good and now I'll miss it too. I'm going to miss my school and the sunshine and the sandy beach. So different from the rocky coast at Sunbeam.