Elli Monologue

The new coach seemed quite peculiar, and it wasn’t because of his third eye. Some might say it was the way he spoke, like a machine, or maybe it was his eye color. However, if I looked at him closely enough, he almost looked like Donkey from that movie with the ogre guy. Y’know the one that asks, “Why are you in my swamp?” Yeah. Him. Besides that, he might be an ogre himself. I’m not acting paranoid if that’s what you’re thinking. Of course, I’m not! Maybe we’ll never know what’s behind his fake act. I honestly believe I am the only one who could see his true deep, black eyes. Everyone else was focused on the painted eye that was displayed in his forehead. It was normal and contrasted greatly from his real irises. In fact, the painted eye was
Sham inquired; he was obviously taking attendance of the teenagers that cared about their grades and went to class. “Present, Sir” The girl answered. Elli was a small, quiet girl. Stereotypically, people would think she only had a few friends. On the contrary actually, she was fairly popular. This could cause her to pass out, and only very few have ever seen this happen. Her eyes would roll back slightly, like a basketball rolling down a court with very little momentum. She would drop to the floor as if gravity was giving her a large embrace unless a strong, trembling pair of arms caught her. It was by, partially, swiftness and pure luck if those arms caught good Elli. Those mighty limbs were mine. “Grace?” Sham speaks out with a hint of despair in his voice. I could sense his sorrow and mourning in the way he
I tried to lift Mr. Sham’s spirits, but to no avail. Sham continued through the list of children and carried on with the activity scheduled for today. We practiced aiming and kicking a ball into a net with himself as the goalie. Mr. Sham was terrible at soccer and shooting the goal in the net was not a difficult task. He sounded depressed and slugged around class for the whole class period. I went to go into the female locker room, to change, but Elli stopped me on the way out. “He gives me an eerie sensation in my chest,” The meek teenager stated with a shaky voice. “I know, Elli. He frightens me as well.” I replied to her. The bell rung and I headed towards Health and Science with Ms. Luma. This is my only class with Elli. We only has 5 minutes to arrive to our destination, so I threw my bag over my shoulder and ran with E, my nickname for Elli. She fell to her knees and wept tears of pain. I grasped her palm into my own and clutched it tight as she rose to her feet. Once we arrived in Ms. Luma’s classroom, I took my seat to the left hand side of E. We were the only souls in the classroom. It feel empty and dark. I wanted to hide away from the light and sob; I didn’t though. Elli’s tears from her fall are splattered on her face like there was a food fight, but with water. Her eyes where a puffy red and her irises were