The Last Gifted//c.m.b

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I would just like to say something before we start, i think i have to point out that blonde's are not stupid.

That is a ridiculous stereotype, my best friend is a blonde, like, she's REALY blonde and she's one of the smartest people i know.

I have read a few stories on wattpad that portray blondes as dumb or say it straight up and i hate it.

So please stop the stereotypes, thank you.

Evie Pov
~six years later (she's 19)~
(No Corona, or anything currently going on in the world)

Breath. I told myself, the slightest wind in my hair as i stared down the arrow as i drew it back with my bow.

Aiming it at the target, the crowd behind me had gone silent, anticipation flooded through them.

Forget the world i around you, i told myself.

I had to make this directly in the middle, my opponent had hit it just slightly to the right.

And...let go. I released the arrow and it zipped through the air, and making it directly in the middle.

The crowd went nuts as i let my arms drop to my sides and i turned to face everyone.

"And Evie Rogers wins the championship!" The lady who was judging said into the microphone.

"Evie Rogers, for the sixth year in a row, since she was thirteen has once again dominated the archery championship" the man next to her said as a wide smile was plastered on my face.

The lady judge walked over to me, handing me my big trophy, i took it from her and held it in the air above my head as people cheered louder.

My dad and Allen stood in the front clapping and cheering the loudest of them all.

"Congratulations" she said and i shook her hand.

My opponent walked up to me, a boy my age from the school a few cities over.

"Good game, i should have known not to go against the infamous Evie Rogers, who never misses her shot" he said and shook my hand.

"Keep trying, you will get it" i told him.

But its true, ever since i was thirteen, since that day...i have had insane accuracy, i never miss.

I feel like the fucking Hawk when i have a bow. Im also good with a gun, knife throwing, pretty much anything that involves aiming.

As i turned around i was attacked in a hug which made me stumble back a bit.

Then i saw the familiar hair of my perky red head best friend, Freya.

"That was amazing!" She said in her deep Scottish accent.

She pulled away holding my arms with a huge smile. Her green eyes looking at me happily and her very noticable freckles dotting her face.

"Thank you! I do it every year!" I laughed.

"I dont know how you do it though, one day you couldn't aim if it saved your life, then after..." she paused.

"After that day you suddenly couldn't miss" she said.

I smiled and brushed a peice of my wavy brown hair out of my face and Freya's eyes grazed over the tatto on my wrist as just a glimps was seen from her angle.

"I still am trying to figure out why you have that" she said and i looked down at it.

I clearly wasn't trying to hide it due to to how i wore a white sleeveless shirt along with my ripped jean shorts and slightly heeled boots.