Science Fiction Audiobook Demo
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
looking back on my childhood, I couldn't remember anyone ever trying to talk to me about my abilities. What I did remember was sitting on the bench outside the day care center office while my teacher, Miss Mitchell, spoke in a low voice to my parents. I'm sorry to call the two of you in here, she said, but we need to talk about Joan. What is it? Is she all right? Mama asked. I didn't know why. Grown ups thought I couldn't hear them. If they put a wall between us, I could always hear them. No, I don't know, Mrs Messy. After what I saw today, I really don't know. I clutched the edge of the bench until I felt my fingertips digging into the wood. I knew what she was about to tell them, but I had only been trying to help. Even and I had been playing with a toy truck as we rolled it back and forth. I had pushed it a little too hard, and it had rolled pastor right into the little space between the fence and the place shed. Eva had stuck her arm behind the shed to get it, but she couldn't reach. I want my truck! She shouted in frustration. We want truck! When she started to cry and Miss Mitchell came over to comfort her. Okay, Eva, she said, pulling the three year old away from the shed and patting her on the back. You're OK. It looks like you're going to have to find a different truck to play with. But Eva didn't stop crying. Want that one? She sobbed, and I felt my tummy twist up and guilt. I hated it when other kids cried and it was my fault. We had lost the truck. It's okay, Eva, I piped up. I'll get it. Crossing past even Miss Mitchell, I gripped the edge of the play shed and pulled it away from the fence. It made a nasty, grating sound as it dragged across the concrete, but that was nothing compared to the screen that hit my ears. A moment later, startled, I turned to see Miss Mitchell staring at me with an expression that didn't belong on her kind, calm face she had let go of. Even both hands were over her mouth. Her eyes that were usually so warm were wide and cold with fear like she had just seen a monster. I just wanted to get the truck. I tried to explain thinking maybe she was upset because I had gone behind the shed without permission. I waited for a moment for her to scold me toe laugh, to tell me that she had been joking. But she didn't say anything. She just gathered a sniffling, even close to her, and slowly backed away. I don't know how she did it. Miss Mitchell was stuttering to my parents. She's only four. She eats her vegetables. Papa said. I don't see why this is a reason to call us both in from work. Mr Messy. I don't think you understand. That shed weighs over £400. It took three workmen to move it into the yard. Who held then? It couldn't have been Joan, Mama said with a nervous laugh. Maybe it was the wind. Or maybe you just weren't seeing it right? The wind, Mrs Messy. I was right there. Now I've been working with kids for over 30 years, and I've seen them do some strange things. But this this waas beyond strange
Tags
Alien, Annoying Kid, Baby, Father, Mother, Aged, Attitude, Caring, Child-like, Heroic, North American (General)