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I am practicing aiming. I'm so angry right now. Know why cause he did not leave, can't he just listen to me once. he is planning his own funeral. I kept shooting arrows at the target. I'm on the training field where everyone else is doing their own work. "Hey... I think you're losing your aim" says a very annoying voice which belongs to none other than Daniel the vampire Prince. He was leaning on a tree behind me. I held my bow and turned to him shooting three to four arrows at him. They were just millimeter away from his head, cheeks, and throat. His eyes bulged out of its sockets. The look on his face gave me satisfaction. "Perfect aim Angel, " he said trying to get his head away from the arrows. "You know. your right. I am losing my aim" I said sadly. "What were you aiming at?