Post by Amber Craze James on Apr 3, 2012 21:55:34 GMT -5
Amber let the arrow fly from her fingertips, feeling the rope slack under her hand. She was using the bow that she had named 'lucky', because it always found it's target. The arrow hit another skeet squarly. She was getting better. See, she had gotten a Hermes kid to throw skeet up in the air so she could shoot at it. It was a birthday gift.
Yeah, yeah, birthday. Today she was turning fifteen. Although, she didn't look fifteen at all. She still looked thirteen, which she found really annoying. Why couldn't she lose her baby face already? She knew girls who looked way older than their age, and Amber wished that she was at least tall for her age, but she wasn't and she probably wouldn't grow anymore. She hadn't grown in a year at the very least.
She remembered her last growspurt, her instant hunger within an hour of eating. It had made her feel like she was fat because of howmuch she ate...But it wasn't her fault, and she never was fat. It was just her stupid selfconsiousness that made her think that crap when it was never true. Take now for instance, she was feeling insecure abou her hair and wanted to get it died. Several friends had to convince her that:
1) Her mom would eat her face when she found out that she had an unnatural haircolor.
2) Blond was the new ''in'' it was the way. To. Go.
The blonde pulled back her arrow again and it hit her target as the orange bird-like object fell to the ground at her feet. She smiled and pulled out her arrow from the quiver along her back, and got ready to shoot. But just when she was about to let the arrow fly, someone put their hands on her back, causing her to yelp in surprise and shoot the arrow way of course.
She turned around on her heel, dropping the bow and put her hands on her hips. ''I was shooting, doofus!'' Said Amber in a mock-angry tone. But it was a friend, a very nice one. Amber had one of her stellar, Never-Gonna-Fade smiles on her face. The kind that.. Well, almost never fades. So, the usual with Amber.
Yeah, yeah, birthday. Today she was turning fifteen. Although, she didn't look fifteen at all. She still looked thirteen, which she found really annoying. Why couldn't she lose her baby face already? She knew girls who looked way older than their age, and Amber wished that she was at least tall for her age, but she wasn't and she probably wouldn't grow anymore. She hadn't grown in a year at the very least.
She remembered her last growspurt, her instant hunger within an hour of eating. It had made her feel like she was fat because of howmuch she ate...But it wasn't her fault, and she never was fat. It was just her stupid selfconsiousness that made her think that crap when it was never true. Take now for instance, she was feeling insecure abou her hair and wanted to get it died. Several friends had to convince her that:
1) Her mom would eat her face when she found out that she had an unnatural haircolor.
2) Blond was the new ''in'' it was the way. To. Go.
The blonde pulled back her arrow again and it hit her target as the orange bird-like object fell to the ground at her feet. She smiled and pulled out her arrow from the quiver along her back, and got ready to shoot. But just when she was about to let the arrow fly, someone put their hands on her back, causing her to yelp in surprise and shoot the arrow way of course.
She turned around on her heel, dropping the bow and put her hands on her hips. ''I was shooting, doofus!'' Said Amber in a mock-angry tone. But it was a friend, a very nice one. Amber had one of her stellar, Never-Gonna-Fade smiles on her face. The kind that.. Well, almost never fades. So, the usual with Amber.