An Arrow Through my Heart

Chapter One ; You Force the U Into US

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"Goodmorning mom." I smile encouragingly at my mom as she strolls down the stairs leading to the kitchen, where I, Alexia Rose Carpenson, am drinking my almond coffee.

She squints and raises her hand above her eyes, trying to block the morning sunlight.

She yawns and makes her way to the other end of the table, where I left the other almond coffee drink I got for her.

She picks it up, points at it as if asking if it's her's and I nod. After taking a few sips, she finally manages to speak.

"How in the world did I raise a morning gal?" She looks at me with half-astonishment and half regret that she's not in bed, sleeping and dreaming about god knows what, when it's only 7 am.

My mom and I are a lot alike. For starters, we practicly look the same. Very long straight auburn hair, same eyes, mouth and face shape, and we're both about the same height. The only phisical difference that we have are our eyes. My mom has warm brown eyes and I have green ones. Plus, my mother has a few wrinkles when she smiles, proving she's lived a good happy life.

"Key words are "you" and "raised". Sorry mom, but this morning ray of sunshine is all of your making." I smile as I get up from the table and twirl to her side of the table.

She sighs and picks up the daily newspaper from our round wooden table.

"What's new?" She asks, only semi expecting a response from me. I usually don't read the newspaper, but lately, some things have been going around our tiny village.

What had started as a town built around the priority of a school specialised in archery and other hunting methods, had turned out to be a growing village only at it's beginning of youth.

My mother descendants are part of the blame for it though.

I grew up in California, living next to the beach, with only my mother in my life. Then one day, on a school field trip, we went to a camp for a day. We were alowed to pick three activities, and I picked archery, climbing, and runing.

At the end of that day, the only thing I had in mind was archery. It turned out the whole day-at-camp thing was a promotion for a highschool. They gave us bright yellow panflets after we were done each activity, and when I got home, I proudly showed them to my mom.

I was only in middle school back then, but I was sure KleinWood was where I wanted to go.

When my mom found out where the school was, she realized maybe it was time for her to go back.

Turns out, archery ran in the family, and stopped when Mom came around. My mother, wanting to be different, refused to even touch a bow and arrow, therefore, also priving me from knowing anything about it before that day. She moved to California, lived her life, and had me, Alex.

Anyway, my mom decided perhaps it was time to go back. In California, she worked for a talent agency which represented actors around the globe. To say she liked her job would be a complete lie.

She had had some crazy clients throughout the years. One, I remember was called Clara. Her mother insisted she play any role she wanted, forcing my mother to find her all the possible jobs she could. One day, Clara decided she wanted to play a spy. My mom knew that was impossible, considering she was only five years old. So, being the awsome mom that she is, she bougt Clara a toy spy kit. The little brat was so mad, she threw the spy kit out our second floor window (which landed on our poor dog, Will, and made him blind).