Why I Cheated Golf (1)

Let's be honest... I am nothing like Daisy. She has a seemingly perfect like with a seemingly pure heart. Everyone loves her for just standing and looking pretty in a white dress. I, on the other hand, am a little more rough around the edges. Men these days like to manipulate women, but no man will ever take advantage of me. I am a strong woman who enjoys success and admiration from a crowd more than a single man. In my teens, I realized that I was pretty good at golf. I could hit the ball harder and farther than any of my male peers. My aunt signed me up to play in against a few local teen golfers and I actually got fourth place. However, I soon realized fourth was not good enough. I also realized that I didn't really enjoy the sport, but I enjoyed the notoriety. Through my few years of playing, I definitely got better and soon became a pro golfer. The papers went crazy over a successful female pro golfer and my ego was at full capacity. I was finally ready to compete in the highest and most prestigious tournament. During the end of the tournament, I was winning with one shot left. One perfect tap of a ball that stood between me and the highest title a pro golfer could attain. I barely hit the ball with just enough force to let it slip into the hole. The crowd was so silent a pin could have dropped. The ball, literally, stopped an inch in front of the whole. All of a sudden, with some twisted energy on my side, lightning suddenly struck miles to the right and everyone looked away. I quickly tapped it in and by the time everyone had looked back, I had cheated myself to success and won. I didn't even have time to consider guilt. I would not be that one female golfer that *almost* won. I thought my distant family would finally come out of the shadows, even to steal some of my spotlight. It's not that I was ever jealous of Daisy, but I honestly was excited that I was finally being looked at for something spectacular while her love life was crumbling.