Laurel picked up her bow and arrows from their hiding place under the deck. "I need practice." she muttered as she checked for people that could see her. No one was there. She smiled and set up a target. A simple cross made out of wood. She stepped back and notched and arrow. She let it go and it stuck a couple inches from where the wood met in the cross "Not bad." Laurel said with a smile. Her smile faded. Did she hear something? Nah, probably not. She shrugged, hid her bow and arrows, and sat down in the flowers. She played with her purple and green highlights. She looked over to the window and saw her father. They had not talked today. Good, the less words the better. She heard the sound again. Someone was here. She was in trouble.