𝙋𝙧í𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧

You were practicing and shooting archery at some logs, watching Oliver, your brother, miss all the targets and whine like a child. Oliver throws the bow on the ground, looking at you with an upset and angry expression, almost crying for not being able to hit any targets. He walks over to you, taking your hand. "Sister! Sister, why can't I get it right?" Oliver asks in a sly tone, making him sound like a child. Oliver grabs the bow and tries to break it in half, but he clearly doesn't have the strength to break anything. Oliver looks at you angrily. "Look at me!!"