"Inventing Elliot" the Final Chapter
"Inventing Elliot" The Final Chapter
He gave me a confused look, “Oh… uh, hello Elliot. Didn’t expect to see you here this early. Is there something I can do for you?” Before he answered Elliot walked in and took a seat in front of the principal’s desk. Without any hesitation he spilled everything, everything he’s been keeping bottled up for much too long. He shed his look of indifference and went deep, deep inside himself and pulled out the old Elliot, the Elliot that had always been there no matter how hard he tried to push him back down. Spilling the whole story was easier than Elliot thought it would be. Not even for a single second did he feel bad about what he was doing. Elliot was changing again, but this time for the better, and he could see his old self again. As he came to a close, he finally looked up at the principal. He wasn’t sure how to react to his expression of utter disappointment so he simply got up and left. The principle needed time to take in everything Elliot just said and he had other things he needed to do.
Next it was time for Elliot to take care of the yellow paper. Not many kids were in school yet so he stood alone at the bulletin board. As he looked at the yellow paper, images of Ben and the outside bathroom flashed through his mind. The pain he felt for Ben was overwhelming him. He quickly tore down the paper, flipped it over to the back side and let his pen move across it. “It’s over” was all it read.
Now he needed to make things right with Louise, and if he couldn’t do that he at least needed to tell her the truth. And that’s exactly what he did. He caught her leaving the library and she wasn’t too enthused to see him. He told her the whole story similar to the way he told the principal, leaving out nothing, but this time he added in why he did that, how he felt when he did it, and what he really wanted to do, but couldn’t. Some way through the conversation, he saw her eyes gradually perk up to something like the way they were
He gave me a confused look, “Oh… uh, hello Elliot. Didn’t expect to see you here this early. Is there something I can do for you?” Before he answered Elliot walked in and took a seat in front of the principal’s desk. Without any hesitation he spilled everything, everything he’s been keeping bottled up for much too long. He shed his look of indifference and went deep, deep inside himself and pulled out the old Elliot, the Elliot that had always been there no matter how hard he tried to push him back down. Spilling the whole story was easier than Elliot thought it would be. Not even for a single second did he feel bad about what he was doing. Elliot was changing again, but this time for the better, and he could see his old self again. As he came to a close, he finally looked up at the principal. He wasn’t sure how to react to his expression of utter disappointment so he simply got up and left. The principle needed time to take in everything Elliot just said and he had other things he needed to do.
Next it was time for Elliot to take care of the yellow paper. Not many kids were in school yet so he stood alone at the bulletin board. As he looked at the yellow paper, images of Ben and the outside bathroom flashed through his mind. The pain he felt for Ben was overwhelming him. He quickly tore down the paper, flipped it over to the back side and let his pen move across it. “It’s over” was all it read.
Now he needed to make things right with Louise, and if he couldn’t do that he at least needed to tell her the truth. And that’s exactly what he did. He caught her leaving the library and she wasn’t too enthused to see him. He told her the whole story similar to the way he told the principal, leaving out nothing, but this time he added in why he did that, how he felt when he did it, and what he really wanted to do, but couldn’t. Some way through the conversation, he saw her eyes gradually perk up to something like the way they were