Archers unite![Open]

[erica lynn]

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[/b] Erica poked at non existent muscles on her arms as she flexed them as much as possible. Her rowdy and obnoxious demeanor made her loud and boisterous as she walked out to the fields with her fellow gym classmates. Archery was one of Ricka's favorite activities they did all year in class, perhaps because she exceeded it in. To her, shooting an arrow on the a target wasn't difficult. It was fun, especially when you pointed your arrow suggestively to a shoddy boy in that class. They would never let her get as far as actually shooting the arrow, she found out sadly as the teacher took the bow from her hand when the arrow was about to be set flying a him. Erica was banned of archery privileges for a few days afterward until she apologized. This was her first day back in archery land.

Everyone laughed or rolled his or her eyes at the silly girl. Everyone had dubbed her last year as 'the class clown' and always went along with her silliness. "Just watch me hit every one of those targets with so much precision it will blow your socks off." They now neared the field, and Erica eagerly ran off to her favorite target, number six, and picked out her favorite bow, the blue one with silver strips all on it. She picked up matching blue arrows as well and set up over in her little space. Most others were fairly less excited to start the archery class, for most shot the arrows wildly, getting in he way of others shooting and sometimes impaling some one else's target. But then there were others like her in the class, who were skilled with archery and could easily manipulate the bow to get the arrow just where they would like it.

"Watch and learn, buddy boy." She laughed and started whistling 'Officer Krupke' from 'West Side Story'. People in that show/ broadway musical always said buddy boy. With the bow raised and arrow in it's position, she eyed the target and shot, just a little off to the left from the center point. Eh, I can do better. Little did she know that her trusty old bow was going to fail her. She repeated the same steps from her last shot. "Alrighty, this time it is going to be a perfect shot!" Erica pulled back on the string of the bow, but it was worn and snapped right off. The force she had exerted on the arrow, pulling it back towards her face, still occurred, though the arrow now hit her just a little below her eye instead of the string that was now nonexistent. On top of that, he string came around and wacked her in the face at almost the same time. "Son of a...!" She interjected as the forces knocked her on her butt.

For those few seconds, she had some crazy thoughts. Well, thoughts out of the ordinary of a person in a state of 'trauma'. Wow, that was ironic. Hmm, I wonder if I will have a black eye tomorrow. I will look pretty tough and cool. Oh no what if I am blind in that eye now! I don't want to be the weird person who is blind in one eye. What if they have to take my eye out completely?? Erica stayed sprawled on the ground, the grass cushioning her. She was being a baby, but she didn't want to open her eyes to see if she was blind or one had fallen out.

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tagged[/color] humans;
music[/color] mayday parade<3;
notes[/color] love archery;
outfit[/color] she's naked O.Ol;
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words[/color] 605;
_disenchanted at caution 2.0 & musiccredit & picturecredit

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[ashlynn kooper]

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out on your corner in the pouring rain

look for the girl with the broken smile
ask her if she wants to stay a while, and she will be loved

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Ashlynn held her bow gingerly, as if she was afraid it was going to bite her. Unlike piano, she wasn't very good at archery. And she was terrified that she was going to end up hurting herself, accidently, because she had absolutely no coordination when it came to archery. She was more like to hit herself, in the opposite direction, than she was to hit any target. Even if it was, sitting two inches away from the tip of her arrow. In fact, she would be extremely lucky if she even hit the target, let alone hit the direct center of it. She would have better luck making it two feet ahead of herself in the grass, let alone ten feet away, targeting a small dot. Really, she wasn't sure how they expected this of her.

Gingerly, Ashlynn placed an arrow on her string, aiming, she pulled back. Focus, Ash, focus. She thought softly as she released the string with a soft pling! Ashlynn squinted as she watched it whiz through the air, and stick four rings from the middle. She grinned, celebrating mentally. And then it fell. Honestly. Honestly. Ashlynn let out a sigh and shook her head. Oh well. At least she had actually hot the target.

Becoming more observant, she noticed the girl sprawled out on the ground. Ashlynn gasped softly as she placed, or more like threw, down her bow and raced over, "Are you ok?" She asked, her voice having a tone of urgency. She wasn't sure what had happened, she really didn't. But she had the right to be worried. Every right. Because, even if she didn't know the girl, no matter what, she still wanted to know if she was ok. It was just who she was. Ashlynn's hazel brown eyes shown with worry as she waited for the other girl to respond, nervously. Even if it wasn't her fault. But, Ashlynn was curious about what had happened. Either way.

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[/color][/font]; finished
with; erica
setting; student lounge
wearing; here !
length; 325 words
lyrics; she will be loved by maroon 5
credits; banner by me! and template by TAYLOR WHITZ !?
extra; hiyah!
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