Giving up everything was not an option because this day she was going to strike. All eyes are on Quienella. She stands tall and prepares to take her moment. Her eyes focus on the target. Tightening her grip, she swings back her right arm and maintains balance while stepping forward in a rhythmic motion. Her arm comes forward and she knows it is time to let go.
Never has she made it this far. The crowd gasps at the sound of impact. They watch the perfect direction and force as it slams into all ten pins. They fly in all directions. Quienella is not convinced until everything settles down. She did not want to prematurely celebrate victory again. Her breathing stops as she watches the last pin teeter back and forth, back and forth, handing her a victory as it falls to the side.