I can’t believe my dad always drags me to his stupid golf practices, whatever they’re called. At least there’s a cafe so I can hang out there, text my friends and post selfies on Instagram. One day I was on my way to the cafe and I came across 2 large footsteps on the golf course. I wondered what it could be. Panic brushed over my face. I reminded myself that this was a golf course and someone must of made a dint in the ground with golf clubs and forgot to cover it with sand. I saw a shadow behind me.


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