Gods Don't Play Sports {Lacrosse/Zeus}
Dec 10, 2017 17:48:26 GMT -5
Post by kap on Dec 10, 2017 17:48:26 GMT -5
District Seven
I’d always hated kids, which certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that I had so many damn siblings. Clearly, my parents didn’t know when to stop, or at least when to use birth control. I was born with two triplet siblings. One may think that would be enough kids for my parents, but apparently not. They just kept on going, not thinking about how their seemingly endless supply of offspring would affect one another.
I wanted to get away from my siblings almost all the time, but today, that feeling was even more intense. To be entirely honest, I was just getting tired of being around them all every single moment that I was home. That meant that it was time to get out of the house. It was winter time already, meaning that I had to wear a coat, or I’d freeze my ass off, and even though I didn’t like wearing a coat, it was better than getting far too cold to be able to function. When I woke up that morning, I got dressed into a rather typical outfit for me which consisted of a polo shirt and khakis. Some people thought that it looked like I was dressed up for some sort of special occasion every day, but I just liked actually looking decent. Some of my siblings clearly didn’t care about that at all, and I wouldn’t let myself be like the rest of them.
When I got up off of the couch that I’d been lucky enough to sleep on the night before, I stepped around my siblings that were still sleeping on the floor, got myself something quick to eat- just some toast- and headed over to the front door to grab my coat. When I got over there, however, I heard the voice of one of my other siblings. I hated having to talk to them, and they knew that, but they decided to go up to me and speak, regardless. Usually, I’d try to just ignore them. Today, however, I actually bothered to turn around to see who was talking to me. To be entirely honest, I had so many siblings that I’d lost track of whose voice was whose.
I turned around, only to come face to face with one of my sisters. It was Lacrosse. What kind of a stupid name was Lacrosse? What could my parents possibly have been thinking when they named her? I couldn’t even imagine. At least I had a somewhat normal name- Zeus. It certainly sounded better than Lacrosse, Zecora or Drôle, as well as a number of the other idiotic-sounding names that my family members possessed.
It hadn’t even registered in my head as to what Lacrosse said to me, so I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. What did she want from me? Could it have possible been something even remotely important? I doubted that very much. My siblings rarely ever, if at all, said anything that had even the slightest bit of importance to me in my life. They always seemed to think it was important, even when it obviously wasn’t.
”What do you want, Lacrosse? Please tell me it’s at least vaguely important,” I said to my sister in a slightly annoyed tone. It was really annoying, having to be interrupted like this. All I had wanted was to go off on my own early that morning so that I could avoid my siblings, and instead, all I ended up with was the opposite. I wasn’t able to go off on my own, and I certainly wasn’t avoiding Lacrosse’s presence.
Zeus Prank
Sometimes our world needs new Gods and goddesses in order to recreate
balance
balance
Thank you for the table, Arrows
