100 word challenge The Elephant By James
I slumped in the back of my small, plastic seat. Why couldn’t I be ill? This was boring; waiting for the prime minister, who my friends and I nicknamed Elephant, to deliver a speech about schools in our assembly.
We had seen the Elephant enough on TV to know what he looked like. He was a man-mountain with a beard, his hair was grey, eyes blue and he had a slight paunch. He towered over everyone as if they were toys. And here he was in our school’s assembly hall looking taller than ever.
Then the Elephant delivered his speech.