sorry i'm a shit daughter♡︎

𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊♡︎

Y/n zapped on the sidewalk across from Griddy's Doughnuts. Looked around quickly, she threw the briefcase behind the bushed that sat perfectly cut right behind her. She brought her hands up to her cloak hood, fixing it over her head so that it wouldn't fall off. Glancing down at her watch, she saw that the dot of Five Hargreeves hadn't moved at all. She sighed, grabbing a picture out of her pocket. Furrowing her brows, she put it back in her pocket, knowing that she had been staring at the picture almost the entire time her mother had been talking. She just needed to know what he looked like so that she knew the difference between him and someone else.

Next to her sat a box containing newspapers. Sighing, she walked over to the box and tried opening it. Though, it wouldn't budge. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a bobby pin from the back of her head. Though, she never did use them, they were always there on the off chance that she needed them. At a time like this for example.

Separating the bobby pin sides so they were in a straight line, she stuck it into the coin hole. Moving it around, the box finally clicked. She smirked, grabbing the handle before pulling the lid open. Grabbing a newspaper, she folded it in half and put it in between her arm and her torso. Pulling at the bobby pin, she yanked it out of the box. She huffed, folding it and putting it back in the back of her hair. Grabbing the handle on the lid once again, she slammed the lid down on the box.

Looking back down at the watch on her wrist. The dot didn't move, thankfully. She put her arm down, messing with the sleeve so it covered the watch on her wrist. If she was going to talk to Five Hargreeves, she was going to make sure that he most definitely was not going to see the tracker.

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"Remember, focus. Let your mind be clear as you aim. Never be distracted by anything while shooting," the Handler said from the left of Y/n.

Y/n took a deep breath, the string of her bow up to her nose. She was trying to aim, though she couldn't hit the target correctly. Not right on the dot. Even if she hadn't shot the arrow yet, it wasn't coming in line with the little red circle. Without thinking, she released the string. The arrow flew throw the air slowly, not how it was supposed to. It hit the very edge of the target, no where close to where it was supposed to hit.

The Handler let out an annoyed sigh, "You missed." Y/n let out a shaky sigh. Her ten-year-old self was no where near as good as her mother wanted her to be. "Try again. This time, don't miss."

Y/n nodded, grabbing another arrow from the ground. Situating the on the bow and the string, she pulled the string back. "Clear your mind. Don't think about anything," her mother said sternly, causing her to take a deep, shaky breath. "You're never going to get anywhere in life at the rate you are going. You need to be better. Clear your mind and hit that target."

Y/n let out no emotion, knowing well what her mother would lecture her about if that happened. She tried her best to cleared her thoughts, taking another deep breath. Closing her eyes, she let the string go. The arrow flew through the air, faster than it had the time before. When it hit the target with a thud, she finally opened her eyes.

She showed no emotion as she saw the arrow had hit the target dead center. Dropping the bow on the ground, she turned. "Good enough for you?"

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She was snapped out of her thoughts when a man opened the door and walked inside Griddy's. Looking around, she saw a truck that hadn't been there a few minutes ago. Though, she knew that it couldn't be him. The tracker hadn't moved at all since she had gotten there. Shaking her head, she shoved the newspaper in the pocket inside her cloak.

Sighing, she crossed the street. As she got up to the doors, she took a deep breath before swinging one open and walking inside. There was both a man and a kid at the counter; they both turned around to look at her when the bell on the door rang. She fixed her hood slightly so she could see better, though it was still on her head.