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Target Practice :: Anthony Bayer
The handgun felt heavy, but was easy to hold. It was solid metal, cold, and dark. I inspected the gun for safety. The clip was inserted properly, there were not any worrying scratches or damage, it was good. I aimed the gun at the target po...
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PGP Signature of this page 2018-11-19 Target Practice The handgun felt heavy, but was easy to hold. It was solid metal, cold, and dark. I inspected the gun for safety. The clip was inserted properly, there were not any worrying scratches or damage, it was good. I aimed the gun at the target poster, a generic body silhouette with a red oval in the center of the chest and lines in orderly distances around it. I turned the safety off. I shot my first shot, a single loud bang, followed by a minimal echo. I hit the upper left part of number seven, not bad for my first, usually I miss the body and just hit the white part of the poster. I shot again, an eight this time, but to the upper-right. Another shot, hit on the red, and another, and another directly to the torso. I focused more. I adjusted right a small bit, directly to the heart, and another, and another, and another. I aimed up, I hit the upper neck, then the forehead, then directly on the face. I shot again, directly to the face. The sound started to numb. I shot again, and again both to the head. Anger brewed within me. I shot another time, straight on the bridge of the nose. I shot again, and hit the forehead again. I tried to shoot again, but I had run out of bullets. I turned the safety off, and set the gun down. I leaned against the half wall in front of me. I sobbed. “What have I become?” I thought, “Why am I so angry?” I covered my mouth with my right hand as the sadness overcame me. I wished I hadn’t shot that last bullet. Next: Ms. Northington