will my feet turn to roots instead?

“Yer reckon these drunken bums look past whats infronna their faces?” She paused to look at her little sister with a tip of her head. “How'd yer do it anyway? I wish they'd fuckin' let me go.” She smirked at her younger sibling, just a little bit jealous of the freedom she found herself with, her eye catching a timber door just behind her sister set in the ground, partially obscured by fallen leaves. She moved to the door, and brushed the debris aside, “I mean Dad's dog'll prolly get bored enough one day ter suss out all the hidey holes, but why giv'er all th' fun?” She reached out to haul on the door that pulled up and away from a flight of stairs that descended into the darkness. She shook out her coat bringing her glow to life before she made her way beneath the ground, certain her sister would follow her down.

“Speech”