Lisbeth sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face.
Her heart sunk as she listened to Morana's threats. She'd actually do it, too. When they were kids, one time Morana had hidden all of Lisbeth's pants and shirts, just to force her to wear a dress to school one day. Specifically, the day she was supposed to work on a team project together with the really really cute girl Lisbeth had had a crush on. She'd been so red-faced the entire time that she hadn't been able to concentrate on her school work.
They'd gotten a C+.
"Please don't," Lisbeth pleaded, giving her sister a wide-eyed look. She pictured Morana breaking her bow, then doing it again, over and over if Lisbeth bought a new bow. Morana would do it. She was just that stubborn.
Reluctantly, she pulled her bow off her back. "Look," she said, hesitantly drawing an arrow. "I'll do it one time. That's it."
Hands shaking, she nocked the arrow and raised her bow.
Her heart sunk as she listened to Morana's threats. She'd actually do it, too. When they were kids, one time Morana had hidden all of Lisbeth's pants and shirts, just to force her to wear a dress to school one day. Specifically, the day she was supposed to work on a team project together with the really really cute girl Lisbeth had had a crush on. She'd been so red-faced the entire time that she hadn't been able to concentrate on her school work.
They'd gotten a C+.
"Please don't," Lisbeth pleaded, giving her sister a wide-eyed look. She pictured Morana breaking her bow, then doing it again, over and over if Lisbeth bought a new bow. Morana would do it. She was just that stubborn.
Reluctantly, she pulled her bow off her back. "Look," she said, hesitantly drawing an arrow. "I'll do it one time. That's it."
Hands shaking, she nocked the arrow and raised her bow.
