Thanks everyone who has read the first part i am slowly making it so i write but i dont have free time.
section 2
I can only imagine wha they are thinking right now about me after the shoot. I see the horror in their faces and I can't believe it. I grab my bow and I get ready for the second round. I'm getting back into my mindset when the brute ,who made the string comment, grabs my bow right out of my hands and snaps it in half. I scream a bloodcurdling scream that sent the room in an awkward silence. I can't hold it in any longer, the tears are flooding out of me but the second and he just walks away as if it was just a scratch. I stand up and head over to him. He has fear in his eyes but he is trying desperately to hide it. I grab his bow and observe slowly to make it more painful, he is staring very carefully with my every move, I stop so I know I have his attention. I move my head closer to his and whisper " if you play dirty you could have told me and I wouldn't have brought my best bow, which by the way is still in the case smart one. GOOD LUCK!" I toss his bow back at him and I run out to the rack where I grab my recurve bow which was customized to fit me .I storm into the range and begin firing TWO ARROWS AT A TIME. all of the targets have at least one arrow in them when I am done, all in the center. The aw on every faces was priceless especially the brute. He couldn't even speak. I turn around, curtsy and walk away as the other shooters try to attempt my shots.
