The Broken Curse by Taylor Lavati

Author:Taylor Lavati [Lavati, Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-23T07:00:00+00:00

I'm watching this vision like a movie, and I'm not sure if I can be seen. I try to stay behind the scenes, but when I spot my dream self she runs so fast that I have to sprint to follow her.

"Atee, I'm sick of this game. Come out, right now!" My twelve-year-old self stomps her foot and pouts, sticking out her bottom lip. She's tiny, her body still a child's.

She has short brown hair, cropped in jagged angles framing her face. Her eyes are very light yellow, and they reflect the sun's unrelenting beams. She sits against a tall white tree and crosses her arms over her flat chest.

"Eury!" The boy's voice is far away, but my dream self hears it and jumps into action. She stays behind the tree and watches from behind a low hanging branch.

I see Atee in the distance. Two boys step close to him and pin him to the wall of a stone fence. One boy grabs Atee's arms while the other lays a hard punch to Atee's face.

My dream self steps out from behind the tree and jogs over. The boys attacking him are definitely older. They've got at least six inches on Atee, and the bulk of a sixteen-year-old.

"What's going on here?" my dream self asks as she steps close to the scene. I follow behind her, knowing now that I can't be seen. My dream self is confident and isn't scared of the boys.

"We're just playing around," one of the boys answers. He has black hair and green eyes. His eyes are mean, his mouth drawn down in a frown. His voice is snarky, filled with misplaced attitude.

"Why don't you go find your girly friends to play with. Us boys are busy," the other one says. This one has white blond hair and a smile that creeps into your skin it's so evil.

"Leave him alone." My dream self reaches forward and shoves the blond-haired boy backwards. He stumbles and trips over a raised rock.

"Eury." Atee glares at my dream self, but she ignores him altogether. She's taller than Atee, who's still a young boy. The boy shoves my dream self back, but she barely budges, standing her ground.

"I guess now's a good time to call his dad." She cups her hands over her mouth when the two boys cower. "You guys are little babies. Go play in the sandbox." She laughs as they run away, the threat of Zeus too much to handle.

"I could've handled it myself." Atee is mad at my dream self for stepping in. I mean, he is a seven-year-old boy, who just got saved by his older sister. But she saved him. Who knows what would've happened if she didn't step in?

"I know, but those boys are always picking on the little kids. I hate their guts."

"Me too."

My dream self takes Atee's hand and pulls him past the white tree and over to a crystal-clear stream that reflects the white tops of Olympus and the evergreen trees. She tears off her sock and dips the heel of it in the frigid water.

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