R is psyching herself up for round 2.
'I haven't shot,' she keeps repeating - ferocious
to those who ask, 'How'd ya go?'
'I haven't shot,' she repeats again,
firing lazar-eyed challenges at all disbelievers.
Good thing she's removed her ruby-lensed tactical sunglasses,
the effect would be rather peculiar.
Now, she is using a 'talk to the hand' gesture to M
who loves to tease
and doesn't understand the concept of personal space. Poor M.
R tracks her head rabbit-dash right in denial
and to evade M's toothy insistence.
        Clearly, she has.
        Shot, that is.
I know her score, I watched each 'bird'.
Noted the 'loss'.
But she superstitiously believes her first round
is always best.
        Which it always is, hmm hmm.
'How many did you get, R?' I ask, slyly conspiratorial
as she squats beside me to unearth a packet of chips.
She swivels her head towards my cheeky query,
squints mischievously, then taps her temple.
'Haven't' - tap -
'shot' - tap
- 'yet.'
I chuckle.
Well, she knows what she's doing.
Later, she will take part in a shoot off for first with C and win.
Of the five girls, four will place:
Two firsts, one second, one third.
Go Grammar!

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