The day finally runs by. I'm torn between being relieved that it's almost over and nervous that the main event is about to begin.
The red thread finally comes off and we change into archery attire; a long sleeve purple top with black tights. My frizzy hair is lifted in a bun and I wear black gloves.
My anxiousness increases ten folds as I'm handed a bow more than half my height. The wood used to carve it is strong and thick with a well-secured string.
We move to the ritual grounds, constructed like an arena. The bleachers are filled with cheering students and a thousand pairs of leering eyes, all waiting to see me fumble.
I wipe the sweat dripping from my forehead, flexing my fingers.
Silas emerges by my side, clad in the same attire as I am and it looks way better on him. Everything
