A/N: Please read Chapter 1 before moving ahead to this chapter. Thanks.

After I finished up writing my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick fur and meat. I spot a plump turkey. You don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened knife in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head home to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her maple chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the maple is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I fire another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the trunk of the tree I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do you want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into you again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do you need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an arrow at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the arrow out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do you mind catching dinner for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, showing evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like you catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did you dare call me?"