ISLA

I can’t stop laughing hard while Zero struggles to catch me. Damn, I’ve been good with this ever since Apollo, and I love to play tagging in our pool. And Apollo never wins over me. My brother even plays the game biasedly to win.

I laughed again when Zero cussed out loud as he stared at me. He’s in the center of the pool while I’m on the right edge of the pool.

He’s been chasing me for about ten minutes or fifteen—I don’t know since I don’t watch the clock. I saw how his face turned annoyed by me.

“This is not a good game—”

“Come on! We...