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[color=810541][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Delbrook Academy[/sup]
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Anastasia examined the tree some feet in front of her, as she gripped her compound bow firmly in her left hand, holding it out in front of her torso. She didn't take her gaze from the tree as she reached down her right side, the thumb, index and middle fingertips of her hand lightly grasping the feathered end of the wooden arrow, sticking upright in the soil beside her. With an ever so gentle pluck, the arrow freed itself from the earth, Annie raising the shaft up to the bow. With a skilled hand, Annie notched the arrow, drawing the bowstring back, she could feel her muscles flex and stain against the natural strength of the bow, forcing the arrow back to her cheek. 

The wood creaked in protest as the leathery sinew of the bowstring popped and crackled under the stress and pressure required to draw the marvelous weapon back to its full potential. The guard on her arm, and fingers protected her flesh from the bowstrings painful bite, and her muscles began to quiver under the tremendous force required to hold the bow steady. Still, she didn't let the bow go, mentally evaluating her target... range... distance... cross winds.... and she elevated her arm to follow her estimated arch and the natural drop of the arrow. 

Finally, she let the arrow fly with a loud, pronounced cracking SNAP of the bowstring. As the shaft streaked from the bow with what seemed to be lightning speed, launching high into the morning sky, she lowered her bow, watching it's path. The gently floating arch of the arrow gave her pride, as it flew towards the tree, hitting it dead centre. Many thought she was trying to act like Katnis, from the stupid hunger games books, which was so far from the truth. There was just something so… powerful at shooting an arrow, knowing she had been the one to let it fly, and to have to, skillfully, land where she wanted it… It made her feel strong. Which was something she often struggled with. 

With satisfaction, she collected her arrows, glancing up at the sky and the sun that was slowly telling her to get back home and ready for school. What a drag, just when she was starting to make some real progress with her trick shots. With a sigh, she started back towards home, before her mother sent out a search party for her. 

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Hair tied back in a somewhat fancy braid, a slight smattering of make-up, and her cheer uniform, Annie probably looked the furthest thing from a girl who had been in the thick of an archery workout. She locked her car up as she walked away, books in her arms and satchel over her shoulder as she made her way to home group, shifting her things to take her phone out, texting one handed as she walked. 

[color=810541][b]To Mrs Lleywn

Hey, Mrs L. Saw Ignatius, sans uniform. He’s going to need it.[/b][/color]

Rolling her shoulders, she continued to write another message, glancing up every so often to make sure she wasn’t about to walk into someone, or a wall, a door, whatever. 

[color=810541][b]Tria, Ig forgot his uniform, don’t worry, got it sorted. Let me know if there’s anything I can do. OMW to home group.[/b][/color]

Satisfied, Annie slipped her phone back into her bag, moving her books and glancing around her, taking the right path to the home room. Hopefully Tria hadn’t seen the non-suited up Ignatius and wouldn’t stress now if she did. When she reached the home group room, she found her seat, taken her phone out once more, she put one air bud in and shifted, crossing her legs as she leaned against her desk, tilting her phone side ways as she watched the cheer they were doing today, recorded by her and sent to everyone. 

After all, some people did better with visual work, and this had been a good session to record. Her gaze flicked over everyone, sighing softly as she flicked over her own form. Not her best effort, but it wasn’t her worst. Annie just needed to make sure she wasn’t letting her nerves get the better of her. As they were led to the auditorium, Annie plopped in her other bud and turned to the latest episode of [i]Critical Role[/i], letting the various voices of the players wash over her, leaning her head against the back of her chair. 

Her eyes closed, she ignored the drowning talk of the principal, letting herself relax as she waited for the time to leave, and to meet up with the rest of the squad.