Hi guys! This is the first real fan-fiction I've ever written although I've thought about them loads. So do me a favor and don't be afraid to share your opinion so I know if I should keep writing.

My eyes followed the every move of the small doe. Once it stopped, sniffed the air and began to pick through a patch of greens I slowly lifted my bow. The bow being too big for my small frame felt foreign and heavy in my grasp. I picked up an arrow and slipped it into the bows strings gracefully and pulled back on them as far as they would allow. I released and watched my arrow soar through the air. Hope began to bubble up inside me. Maybe I'd finally hit something I had aimed for.

Suddenly the arrow veered down and landed on the ground. The tip hadn't even pierced the soft surface of the earth.

"I obviously can't hunt what so ever,"

"Well," my mother said taking the bow from my hands "Maybe you have picked up on your father's talent for art, or even baking,"

She shot the deer straight in its chest and killed it with only one arrow.

"Mom, I can't even draw a straight line,"

Her lips twitched with a smile, "Let's go home Madge. Your father and brother will be waking up soon,"

I stood and stretched. Squatting in the forest for an hour was not my activity of choice. I picked up the hunting bag which was heavy with three rabbits and a handful of wild berries. My mother walked over to the doe and slung it over her shoulder with hardly any difficulty. Even though she was small like me, my mom was stronger than any other women I knew.