The Story Teller

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You are probably wondering who is narrating this story. Who's creaky voice was telling the story of such a beautiful girl. Well, im Pastor Adam and that may sound weird, but you'll know me soon enough. You just have to wait till you see me in my elegance.

Okay so where were we? Oh right.

Elena had finally led Eli back to the squeling children and watched as he went to the very back. Elena had always wanted Eli to be confident but she didnt push him. It had been Elena that noticed his squirming and led him to the toilet. He would be awfully quiet until she began to walk home. Only then would he begin his chatter.

Though she had hoped that that cute bundle of joy was her brother, the boy was an orphan and sadly belonged to noone. She had invited Eli to become her brother but he had promptly refused, having seen her brother in her graveyard and her crazy parents.

Fair. She had thought.

She sat down on the sand, and watched the children as they waited in silence. She wondered what they had been up to as their bodies had been coated with particles. She didnt mind that she had been away from them and was only very mildly concerned for them. They had proven themselves to be very behaved children, so heart very hardly wavered in her absence.

'Did you miss us?' Elena teased them.

'You were only gone for a minute!' Emily squeeled next to where Eli sat.

Emily was a sweet hearted thing that Elena hadn't thought much about until Eli had taken a like to her. She was a blonde little angel who wasn't quite as quiet as Eli, but quiet nonetheless. But she knew when to talk and how to talk and that alone was a mystery to Elena. She herself couldn't possibly think of standing up to her parents, or saying no to what they had already...

'But it's good you came!' said another boy, a curly young fellow named Eliot. 'You didn't finish the story.'

Elena's hand twitched. 'Where did i leave off then?'

The children peered at each other, confused, until Eliot finally said 'Sorry, Miss Elena. We can't remember.' 

Elena gasped. 'But i was only out for a few minutes, according to Emily.'

'Come on Miss Elena! Please!' Emily begged.

Elena peered at Eli, knowing he remembered, but he said nothing, his head down.

'You have to remember!' Eliot demanded. 'You were telling the story after all!'

'Fine! Fine!' Elena huffed. 'I remember.'

The children cried and leapt happily.

'Tell us then!!' they cried.

She smiled and began to tell her tale, raising her arms, and the children's eyes gazed at the all to familiar light of the story teller.