Ezra
Adonis had brought me a change of clothes because my cotton shorts, large band shirt and flip flops were not proper archery attire. I had quickly gone to the bathroom to change. He had gotten me pants similar to his and Ezekiel's but mine were black, with a matching tight muscle shirt that they were all wearing and to tie the whole look together I wore black sneakers.
I looked nothing like them in the outfit, I was a lot leaner and close to being considered skinny. The perfect word to describe me was lanky. Whilst their shirts were stretched out by their muscles and mine just loosely clung to me. Compared to them I still had a teenager's body which made me feel slightly odd now.
I braid my hair into a quick and messy French braid because I was scared once we started shooting it would get caught in the bow. When I got outside Adonis was busy firing arrows like he was 'Hawkeye' as he easily got bullseye on every single target.
