A/N: Please read Chapter 1 before moving ahead to this chapter. Thanks.
After I finished up Письмо my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick мех and meat. I spot a plump turkey. Ты don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened нож in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head Главная to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her кленовый, клен chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the кленовый, клен is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I огонь another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the хобот, ствол of the дерево I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do Ты want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into Ты again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do Ты need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an Стрела at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the Стрела out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do Ты mind catching ужин for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, Показ evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like Ты catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did Ты dare call me?"
After I finished up Письмо my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick мех and meat. I spot a plump turkey. Ты don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened нож in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head Главная to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her кленовый, клен chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the кленовый, клен is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I огонь another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the хобот, ствол of the дерево I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do Ты want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into Ты again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do Ты need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an Стрела at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the Стрела out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do Ты mind catching ужин for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, Показ evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like Ты catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did Ты dare call me?"
Ты sit there and call me names
But Ты never try to get to know me.
Ты make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like Ты do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do Ты treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated Ты wrong,
So why do Ты hurt me this way?
Did i insult Ты in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause Ты treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do Ты treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do Ты do it?
But Ты never try to get to know me.
Ты make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like Ты do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do Ты treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated Ты wrong,
So why do Ты hurt me this way?
Did i insult Ты in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause Ты treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do Ты treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do Ты do it?