8. The archery contest
"Right, Azalea Scott, it's your turn!"
We were standing in line for an archery test, so far Riley Carmon was first. I'd never shot a bow and arrow in my life.
Azalea pulled the string back, her fingers were shaking. Her brother hissed,
Azalea fired the arrow, it seemed to go on for ages, until it skidded under the board. The rest of the line tittered and mocked.
"Next please, Violet Brooks!"
I took the bow and arrow from her hands, I drew the string back, fingers trembling as I did so.
The arrow streamed across, I crossed my fingers, it hit the red line.
The line mumbled and whooped, but the sour faces didn't mean anything, not to me anyway.
The girl with the dirty blonde hair stepped up, she would have been kind of pretty if her hair wasn't always in her face and her face permanently etched into a smirk.
She snatched the bow and arrow from the guard, she pulled the string back, her fingers strong. The arrow pelted through the air, and abruptly stopped when it hit bull-s-eye.
The line was silent.