2-Tag (Artemis's P.O.V)
"Play with us, Arty!"
"Oh, pleeeeease, Arty!"
I reluctantly agreed to play with my younger brothers-only after being threatened by a certain blonde teenager. A choice I may regret forever. But I refused point blank to play any game involving running-such as Tag.
"Let's play Tag, Arty!" cried Beckett, oblivious to my warning.
"I refuse. . ." I began.
"TAG!" shrieked Myles. My arm would ache for weeks.
I watched warily as my brothers sprinted away from me, giggling like-well, 3 year old boys.
Uncomfortably aware of Juliet's eyes boring into me, I chased after the twins. Beckett had scrambled up a tree. Luckily he was the faster of the twins. Myles on the other hand was rocketing toward the river. Surprisingly graceful, he leapt over. I attempted to follow-and stood amid laughter, dripping from head to toe.