My name is Elisabeth Polly Morgan, but everyone calls me Elise. I live with my father, Daniel Morgan. I've never met my mother, and my father refuses to talk about her. I have ADHD and dyslexia, but I'm really good at archery. When I was little, I used to stay up all night, staring at the moon. It didn't scare me. It felt like home.

"Elise." my teacher, Mrs. Renicks said. "What was Shakespeare's last play?

" I can't read it." I said glancing at my worksheet, which my dyslexia made hard to read. There were a few snickers from the class. I shrunk in my seat.

"Elisabeth, the correct answer is Cardenio. Class dismissed."

I ran out of the classroom as fast as I could, not even bothering to grab my worksheet. School was finally over, and I could go to Archery practice.

I shot my bow and arrow. Bull's eye, as usual.

There was a new kid in the archery class who was staring at me. He had blue eyes, and blond hair. When the class was over, he walked towards me.

"Do you have dyslexia and ADHD?" he asked. I glared at him.

"None of your business." I told him coldly, facing the wall.

His face fell. "Look, I didn't mean to make you mad.

I turned around. My face was red. "I don't care what you were trying to do. Just leave me alone!"

I stomped off, leaving him all alone.