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 all together. 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.