Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Arrows

"Alright, you two, come on, the target is right there! You can get it!"

Michael raised his rifle, he focused on the target before him, a small tin can, he aimed carefully at the object and breathed for a moment.

*BANG*

Birds fluttered away from their trees, small animals nearby ran off, the trees fluttered against the wind, the sound of the rifle going off in the woods echoed and followed pursuit and then died off.

Elizabeth and Ryan covered their ears by the sudden noise, Ryan hiding behind Elizabeth's wheelchair as Michael grunted in annoyance again; he missed.

"Fucking bullshit."
Michael muttered, as he kicked the ground and spit at it in anger.

William came up and rested his broad hand upon his oldest son's shoulders and grunted as well in disappointment.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, Michael, no need to be all angry."

"But I had it right there, it was right there, and I missed again! The tin's too small, no one can shoot it that far!"
The teenager complained, letting his Father get the gun for himself and he crossed his arms as he aimed at the tin can.

William took a moment to aim at the small can before he shot at it, making the small can fly up and twirl around by the sudden impact; he didn't even breathe.

Elizabeth and Ryan covered their ears again as Michael looked on in disbelief but just brushed it off as William gave off a mischievous smile.

"Mike, you just need to focus in the target rather than what you want; it's like when there's one last cookie on the table, you put all your focus on it rather than yourself."

Michael looked at his Father with a questionable look mostly because on how that sentence didn't make any particular sense but then he looked at his two siblings.

Granted Elizabeth was a year younger than him and Ryan was still a young child, he took on an opportunity to crack a joke out of nowhere.

"Well, Dad, when it comes to targets, crybaby over there will use Liz as a shield just to save himself."

Elizabeth gave out a gasp as Ryan behind her hugged his golden teddy bear close to his chest even tighter, some tears coming out of his eyes.

Michael laughed but was soon stopped as William gave him a glare, and everyone just shut themselves up for a bit.

William walked over to his car, getting a few more bullets as Michael walked all the way over to the small run can and examined it a bit before setting it up in place on the withered log.

"Hey, sport, would you like to try out?"

William gave a glance over to his youngest son, the small boy shook his head but looked on with awe as his Father took out another weapon.

Elizabeth looked back once her younger brother got out of hiding spot behind her wheelchair and her green eyes widen upon looking at the bow and arrow.

"Daddy, where did you get that?"
She asked, turning only her head as far as she could because of the back brace she had to wear to prevent her spine from getting out of place any further.

The purple man smiled, making Ryan step back a bit when he Father came up to him with the weapon.
"Oh, you know, somewhere."
Was his answer.

"Is that a bow and arrow, oh, can I have it?"
Michael ran up to his Father, a huge smile on his face as his Father gave him an annoyed one.

"No, it's for your brother."

Michael frowned.
"Aw, what?"

William went down to Ryan's level, letting the small boy look on the weapon before him before he grabbed onto it and held it against his chest as his Father held his golden bear plush with his free hands.