Wanna shoot something?

Lea notched the arrow and pulled back, feeling the tension of the string. She released and watched the arrow fly like a bird into the target. It wasn't a bulls-eye but it was pretty close. She frowned. It wasn't close enough for Lea. She let lose arrow after arrow but none seemed to want to embed themselves into that little red circle in the center of the target. She stalked off and sat on a nearby rock. She should have never bothered to leave her tree this morning. She gathered up her stuff and left. Maybe something would be happening at the big house.