When we got there, we were greeted by a woman. She smiled at us and extended arm to shake my hand. “You must be Tiffany. My name is Nicole. Welcome to my gun range.” I was expecting a man. He never even told me about this friend of his that had a gun range. We followed her and she walked us to our shooting stations. I was so nervous that my hand was shaking. I’ve never shot a gun before. I mean I’ve held several for demonstration during my trials. She handed me and Michael these ear muffs to protect our ears from the loud gun shots. I picked up the gun. It was heavier than I expected it to be. It felt like I was holding a brick. I held the gun up to the target and took a deep breath. The first shot I took hit the target’s arm. The blast was so powerful, it almost knocked me down. I looked over at Michael and he had already shot his target three times. I didn’t know he was that good. He was like a pro at it. I held the gun so tight that I had the gun imprinted in the palms of my hands.
