 Post 4: #28 (miss) ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Distraught didn't actually cut it. He felt personally victimised (by Regina George) at the fact they had just been let loose with a bow and arrow and not even taught how to properly use them. They were HUGE. Much bigger than Rooney had ever seen and he was 12 with no prior experience. He'd spent so much time and love making his bow only for him to be two targets away from having it BRUTALLY MURDERED. BRUTALLY. MURDERED. All because he wasn't born into the world of four legs and centaurism. Was that really such a bad thing?
He decided that he would use very little energy in the rest of this course, slowing to a very slow trot, careful not to let his legs buckle under the weight of betrayal, disappointment and tired. Working four legs was a lot more work than just two. He wanted to know why no one had actually just lay on the floor yet and stayed there.
Reaching the fourth target in the trail, he lifted his bow and arrow once more, drew back and let the arrow sOooOOOoOOooaAAARRRRR...
...right past the target and into a nearby tree. "SORRY!!!" To the tree, to any creatures that may be nearby. Whatever. Whatever, whatever, whatever. Why was he even still trying?
He hated this.
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