This choice: They find Elliot in his backyard. • Go Back...Chapter #4They find Elliot in his backyard. by: Unknown Another reason that made Elliot such a an obvious target for their plan to steal his body, was that he lived alone. Unlike Elizabeth's family, his was broken. With both his parents divorced and prevented from court order to come near him within a 100m vicinity, he lived alone with his Mexican maid. It was she who maintained the house and whom raised Elliot. Yes, few would miss Elliot if he had disappeared from the earth and reappeared as someone else...
It was also she who cheerfully opened the front-door and let them inside. Declining her generous offerings of cake and tea, they asked for Elliot and was directed to the backyard. There Elizabeth and Angela breathed and looked around the backyard.
Angela couldn't believe how Elliot's backyard looked like. His garden just looked perfect, everything was symmetrical, everything was planted exactly the same distance from each other. Elliot did take good care of the garden, it was one of his parent's most favorite places. Probably also one of the reasons why he wouldn't move.
There was a grass field in the left corner, it staying the same length the whole year. In the back stood Elliot's shed. Angela once went through it and only found computer parts. That was one of his biggest hobbies, playing with computers, disassembling them and putting them right back, sometimes even better than before.
In front of the tulips Elliot was standing with a hose in his hand. His left feet was on the short wall, his hand underneath his chin looking like that statue the thinker. He was dressed plainly: barefoot with a green shirt, blue shorts and his favorite black cap pulled over his eyes, covering his short spiky brown hair.
Lying on the short wall was a notebook, containing all the notes Elliot had made for his computer programs. Angela had tried to read it and Elliot explained it to her several times but she could not make head or tails of it. And while Elliot was watering each of the tulips using the hose in his left hand. His right hand would grab the pencil next to the notebook and make calculations, all the while he was watering the other plants not even looking but still hitting them.
Angela and Elizabeth watched him in amazement.
Elliot had always been a bit withdrawn. It wasn't that he was anti-social, only that his head was always in the clouds. Often he was so withdrawn from reality, constantly daydreaming, that during his tests he would forget where he was and start doodling in the back of his sheets, sometimes for a long as 15 minutes! His friends always made sure to sit close to him so they may alert him and get his attention back into focus whenever it was clear he was lost. Still, none disputed his intelligence. Even having started most of his tests late he would still get perfect scores. He really was a mad genius...
Still he was kind and sincere, and was their good friend at school. He could be counted for in trouble if he didn't actually FORGET where he was and where he was going most of the time...
Elizabeth eyed him critically, inspecting his body thoroughly. What a waste, she thought jealously and bitterly. He hid his athletic frame well. He was light, skinny, lean and fit. He was immensely tall, something not made obvious by him sitting in such a curved ball, and he had lengthy slender grasshopper legs. The perfect build for an athlete. The perfect build for a track sprinter.
Alas he had aspired to become the greatest of computer scientists and programmers, never having put his body to great physical use. If Elizabeth had his body, then she would use those agile grasshopper legs of his for what they were truly intended for: to obtain certain victory on the track!
Elizabeth also had a second strange source of jealousy directed at her cousin. Specifically: his flat chest. You see, Elizabeth had a paradoxical relationship with her own chest. She was exceedingly well developed for her age, sporting a pair of DD-cups at the mere age of 14. To say she was healthy before her age, would be to state the euphemism of the century. But in contrast to the stereotype of most girls and their breasts, Elizabeth actually wished she could have shrunk them, where other girls would have killed for her own spectacular pair.
The reason was that her breasts were the most impractical, useless and inconvenient of organs when she ran. Their weight constantly threw her off balance. They flopped and bounced at the least of provocations; it might be crude, but the fact remained they were a dreadful source of air resistance. Being busty was a significant disadvantage to her on the track. She had grinded her teeth in frustration many times from her (at least in her own mind) oversized bosoms.
She could only hope Elliot would find the trade of their bodies as appealing as she found the gain of his.
It was Angela this time who made the first move. She tapped Elliot on the shoulder to gain his attention. He was so caught up in his work, the tapping shocked him turning around to face Angela who was holding the bracelets. As Angela had already removed the cover of the box, the water...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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