"Will I ever get this right!" exclaimed Norman, who went to go pick up his fallen arrows.
             "Poor Norman" said his mother, "he's been trying so hard since his father died to become one of the best archers in all of England." You see, Norman is a small man and he has never been successful at anything. He doesn't really fit the role of a knight mostly because of the color of his skin. There are not too many black archers in the world. Plus the fact that he is five foot two and only ways one hundred pounds is pretty bad too. His dad died when he was only five from a fight between England and France so little Norman was left to carry on the family legacy all by himself. He also was an only child who had only his mom and his blacksmith uncle to depend on. He had not found any girl who ever liked him because of his appearance. He was all-alone and he only had his dream of arching to carry him through life. One day when he was little he saw an event that changed his life forever. It was the All England Games. They had duelers, sword fights, and they had the one thing that change little Norman forever; the archer contest. He loved how they looked so proud and could shoot the arrows so far. One day is the exact words he said to himself that day. Ever since that one day twenty years ago, Norman has been trying desperately to make it there; and now he has.
             Norman walked up to the tent were the contestants were awaiting there turn to shoot and he could help but notice how big and powerful they looked. "How can I compete with this?" he said to himself. Worrying in his own self-doubt, he started to think if he should maybe run away and just forget about the whole thing. He was really thinking about doing this until the biggest archer came up to him and started to talk to him about the sport and how much he loved to shoot arrows. This made Norman feel a little bette
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