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Chapter 1~ So people call me the tough nut

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Chapter 1~ So people call me the tough nut

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Saturday 23rd June 2014

"Perrie! Get it together! You have to keep that control, you're not focused at all today." Aiden comes over and gently guides the crook of my elbow into the correct position. Placing his other hand on my shoulder, I focus on the hand next to my cheek, keeping it steady. My eyes follow the line of the shaft which is old and worn, demonstrating how many times it's been fired by novices and experts alike. Then I continue to the point and then the little yellow dot meters away from me. I take a deep breath, trying to release any nervousness and shaky energy and finally release the bow string.

The arrow cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter, the speed never failing to thrill me. I gently lower my arm and bite my lip as I watch it hit the board. The next thing I know, I'm off the ground and Aiden is cheering out in his deep voice.

That's the first time I've hit the centre today.

I've been off because my neighbours were up arguing all night, banishing any idea of sleep I thought I would get. So practice has been tough to say the least.

The couple next door are always bearing teeth and at each other's throats. If it makes me loose precious sleep, then I imagine it must be terrible for their two sons. To be in the same house? God it must be awful.

If you haven't guessed, archery is a hobby of mine. I've been doing it since I was eight, much to my parents dismay at the time. My mum wanted me to be more girly and didn't want me near a 'lethal weapon' at such an age and my dad was worried but I know he's secretly proud that his youngest daughter took up a sport. I love the way the arrow whizzes through the air, and the thrill when you achieve a bulls eye or win a competition.

I've never been that girly though. Sure I have an obsession with skater skirts and wear lip gloss, but I don't care much for relationship drama and my friends are envious of the fact that it is really hard to make me jealous. Last year I liked Dylan Crossbie, I watched him kiss another girl and I wasn't jealous. Sure I was a little bummed but I got over it and moved on. And my friends hate that because Addy liked Ewan Greegor two weeks ago and spit fire when Kate Barggs made a move on him.

I know I may sound like I'm just trying not to care, but jealousy was never something that came to me, I have two older sisters, Jamie and Collette, and we're all equally loved by both our parents.

I guess I'm one of those people who isn't afraid to make a point and stand up from themselves and I definitely don't cry over boys. I don't have time to be like one of those girls who see's her crush with another girl and either rages or cries frantically at their loss. No offence to people who do, I totally get it, but that's just not me.

So people call me the tough nut.

After practice I get on the bus and head off home. At sixteen I'm very lucky to live so close to the college I wanted to study in, and so I can just get the bus there every day, and come home and chill out with Addy and Ian. Ian is the sweetest thing. He's just lovely and Addy is a very over dramatic girly girl who loves drama (the subject and the gossip) but we still love dearly even though she's absolutely bonkers.

The bus pulls over and I hop off, walking to my house, heading for the door. When I get there I see a note from the parentals taped to the front door reading: