The Story Of Perseus Epilogue

EPILOGUE                                                                                
"I am Perseus!" 6 year-old Perseus shouted running around on the playground. It was a summer day in August. And yes, his name actually IS Perseus, Perseus Harrison. His father, Giles Harrison, loves Greek mythology. "Stop it!" A girl voice screamed. A girl who looked his age,6, with blonde hair,blue eyes, wearing a yellow sundress and white flats. There were two boys, both looked 15 or 16, curly red hair and green eyes. Only one had a gray jacket, white shirt, and jeans. The other had the same look but no jacket. They were squirting her with squirt guns, laughing. Little Perseus made an attempt to rescue the poor girl, showing them his Medusa shield, sword raised. "Stand down or turn to stone, for I am Perseus!" He shouted. The two boys looked at each other, then laughed. Perseus threw the sword at them, the one without the jacket caught it. Perseus charged at them, the one with the jacket put his hand on top of the shaggy, jet-black haired 6 year-old. He lifted his leg and kicked the poor little boy in the chest, sending him to the sandbox. His white shirt had a foot-print on the chest, and his khaki shorts were covered in sand. The Boy with the jacket knelt, grabbing Perseus by the collar. "Listen, kid, just cause you're named Perseus, doesn't mean you're anything like him." The Boy without the jacket laughed out loud like that was the funniest thing he ever heard. The girl looked embarrassed, Perseus felt the same way. He blushed, ducked his head, and cried.