Archey by Hannah

My hand was tired from pulling back the stiff, hard string. My heart zoomed through my chest when I shot for the target. My arrow flew from the string and slammed into the target board. As the camera flashed, I knew that there will be a picture of me holding a bow in my hands. My arrows kept mising the target. Over and under it went instead. People encouraged me and helped me feel like I could definitely do it. And finally I did.