The game those children were playing was strange, Ella thought. They stood in a circle, taking turns to stand in the middle with their fists balled up and their feet spread wide apart. All of them wore the same colours- they must have been from a school. Ella had never been to school- her mother said it would make her ‘an easy target’. School was dangerous.
But danger wouldn’t matter now, would it? Not when she was like this . . .
(But why were you running away from the monsters, Ella? Monsters are only made of danger.)
(I don’t know. I don’t know.)
Ella sat on another box, and watched the children play. There was a teenage boy with thick arms leading the game- giving stern directions and helping the ones who fell to their feet. He looked like a good person. She had seen another boy, like him- older, could have possibly been a man. He had thick arms and a small smile, and mother had called him a good person, too.
One of the two children in the center was a girl with dark hair, like Ella’s own, and with the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. The girl’s face was determined, mouth affixed into a scowl. The other child was a boy with a similar expression, brown hair blown askew by the breeze. All of the sudden, the teenager called out for them to start, and the girl struck- a sweeping kick that tripped her opponent- but not quite.