Golf is a slow and
boring game. Looking back, I resent my parents for signing me up when I was
just a kid. I didn’t want to play then, and I don’t want to play now. Yeah, I
know I’m talented, but how could anyone expect a girl like me to get tied down
to something so terrifically boring! I’m not like those other players. I don’t
live for the game, I didn’t even chose this path for myself, it was placed in
my lap. With my inarguable talents, and my parents’ strong connections, I was
playing pro before I even realized. That was the end of line for me and I was
devastated. I was locked into a career with no way out.
My
first few games as a pro player went well enough. I played honestly, and I won.
I was good, and I began to make a name for myself, and the money was pouring
in. I had been born into wealth, so this wasn’t new to me, but the independence
of it all was alluring. I no longer had to worry about my parents cutting me
off; I could live lavishly without their financial support. So I moved away
from my parents, and off to New York. I had never seen so many parties in my
life. I was hooked on parties and stopped golfing nearly all together. Soon
enough, my money was gone, and I was not prepared to return home to my parents.
I couldn’t afford to lose my next tournament, so I cheated.
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