Kismet

Chapter Six

----------------WARNING! Slight swearing ahead!

I watch Ethan and Chris as they walk out into the field. I can't really hear them, because Ethan bent down to tell my brother something. He nods eagerly, and Ethan picks up his bow. He told me it was a longbow, whatever that was. It was something related to what the Native Americans would use. A simple curved bow, and a string attached to both sides. Looked simple enough.

   Ethan grabs the bow with one hand, and grabs and arrow that Chris hands him with the other. He inserts the end of the arrow in the string, resting the sharp tip against the bow. He pulls back, pauses for a second, and releases. It lands smack dap right in the center of the target a couple hundred feet away.

   My eyes widen as he turns to me standing on the side. "See? It's safe."

   "Good shot," I tell him. He smiles and turns back to Chris. They move up the field, closer to the target. I am left alone with Danny on the side.

   "So. . . " he starts to say. I don't look next to me, where he's standing. "Where do you live?"

   "Down the road," I answer tartly.

   A silence.

   "Is that your only sibling?"

   "Yes."

   I hear him sigh heavily. "Why the hell are you even mad at me? It's not an insult saying you're white. I'm black. Deal with it."

   I turn around, scowling slightly. "It's not that at all. And don't curse around my brother, alright?"

   Danny huffs, and then pauses. "Oh! I get why you're being cold. 'Cause you think I'm going to hurt your brother. Now that's racism, right there."

   I whip around fully to face him, crossing my arms. "I told you! It has nothing whatsoever to do with your nationality or skin color. I think you need to be a bit more decent around my brother, because he's only ten. Don't curse. Don't say anything inappropriate. Don't mock him. Don't do anything to make him upset."

   Danny snorts. "Fine. I'll stay away from your little brother. But you can't tell me what to say and not say. Damn." He smirks and walks towards Ethan and Chris. I glare after him.

   I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone. I freeze when I don't feel anything. I check my other pocket, and then my back ones. Nothing. I sigh- no phone to pass time with. Great.

   As if on cue, Danny stops right in the middle of the field. Raising his head to Ethan, he calls out, "Hey, man! I got to go. Take care of the chick for me, eh?" He looks back and winks. I pull on a disgusted face as he jogs away to his small rusted car. I snort at him and walk towards my brother and Ethan.

   He looks up at him. "Audios!" Danny raises his hand in acknowledgement through the window, and speeds off.

   Good riddance.

   I glance back over at Ethan and Chris. He's saying something to Chris, and pointing towards the target. I feel a sister-tingly feeling crawling down my back as I see the bow in Chris' hands. I fight the urge to say "put it down right now!". Instead I bite the inside of my cheek and watch as Ethan hands him an arrow, and steps back behind him. He struggles for a moment to latch the arrow in the string, but he gets it and pulls the arrow back to the side of his cheek. His other arm is straight out, holding the bow.

   Then he lets go, and I am surprised to see it fly. I guess that would make sense for it to do, but with Chris firing it, I would suppose it would drop. It races through the air and lands with a short "shht" in the target.