I breathe carefully through my nose, narrowing my eyes slightly to get a closer shot. My fingers wrap around the g*n tightly, holding it with a firm grip so it doesn't recoil backwards and slap me in the face. Everything around me is eerily silent as I focus on my aim, waiting for the right moment to shoot. Behind me, Uncle Tobias is watching carefully, giving me instructions.
"Lift it slightly higher." He mutters and I obey immediately. He inhales sharply and I know what his next words are going to be —
"Now shoot."
My finger press against the trigger and I immediately feel the force of the g*n flying backwards. If it wasn't for my tight grip, I would have dropped it. The gunshot echoes in the air, disappearing through the trees. I hear birds rustling with desperation to get away, the
