Per aspera ad astra was the saying with which my grandma was let down into the grave. The weather was perfect for a funeral. Gray clouds sky with rain. I and my family stood around the grave and threw a rose into it as a final greeting.> > Luna, let's go home. << my mother said to me with sadness in her eyes. I took one last look at the grave and walked after her with bowed head. After I found out that Grandma is dead, I felt I was so empty as if it was not her but me who died.At home I packed my archery things together and told mom that I was driving and then I left.I got on my motorcycle, started the engine and drove off.As I was driving down the street and heard the wind hissing I thought. I know it sounds strange to think about how to die but this topic never got out of my head. When I arrived the parking lot in front of the hall was empty except for 3 motorbikes. I parked switched the Mon When I got to the shooting range, I walked to the side and built my bow. As I got into position I tried to concentrate. Breathe deeply, calm my heart, raise my bow, pull and my hand In the middle of the 10th and again. Slowly my head became clearer and I relaxed. After 2 hours I packed my bow again and went to my motorcycle. Suddenly I heard malicious laughter and a boy cry out in pain. I ran to the noises and saw 2 boys their age beat up a 14-15 year old boy. >> Leave him alone << I said confidently >> And look for a worthy opponent who can also defend himself. << The boys looked at me and mockingly said to me: >> Of course we are already going, girls. We have sooolllche fear <<. To my surprise they went. I looked at the place where the boy was lying but he was gone. He must have run away when he saw his chance. I went back to my motorcycle, started the engine and drove off.