Kate Hopper's life hadn't been exactly easy.
Ever since her little sister had fallen ill, it seemed her life turned into a game of dominoes, and as each one fell, it felt as if things got harder and harder.
When her life got uprooted from New York C...
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JONATHAN HAD QUICKLY discovered that Kate, unsurprisingly, was much better of a shot than him.
After she'd shot a round off, perfectly knocking each one of the cans over as Jonathan groaned slightly.
"Hey, it's okay." Kate smirked. "If it makes you feel any better, my dad and I go shooting every once in a while. I would be a disappointment if I didn't know how to shoot well at this point."
He smiled at her in response, stifling a laugh. He couldn't believe he was out in the woods with Kate Hopper shooting revolvers at old soda cans, but here he was. Once she'd set the cans back up, getting out of the line of fire, he shot another round, once again missing every single can target.
"You're supposed to hit the cans, right?" Nancy asked sarcastically as she walked up to them.
"No, actually, you see the spaces in between the cans? I'm aiming for those," he replied, matching her tone.
"Ah." Nancy sat her bag and bat down beside her.
"Ever shot a gun before, Nancy?" Kate asked, even though she already knew the answer.
She scoffed. "Have you met my parents?"
While Kate hadn't ever truly met Nancy's parents, she had seen them at Will's funeral that morning; based on how Ted and Karen Wheeler looked, she knew it must not have been far off. Besides, if she was complaining about them being uptight, she didn't really want to know what they were like.
