TITLE: Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden
GENRE: YA Contemporary
I've done some things I'm not particularly proud of, but you can be sure a lady doesn't pound a person with a golf club for no particular reason either. Don't act so shocked, diary. You know the way I can get with my pins and voodoo dolls. People should learn not to provoke me, or they might just end up with pins inside them or golf clubs attacking them, whether they be doll or flesh. They are lucky I controlled myself, or I might have really damaged what they consider their pretty faces. If I achieved anything today, it was scaring the arrogance out of them. I suppose you can call it a day well spent.
Today marked my second week in Canada and Mom took Fanny and me to the local golf course. Mind you, diary, I haven't swung a club in three years so "rusty" would be an understatement. I had to remember all those specific details like bending my knees, gripping the club, and straightening my left arm, which isn't an easy combination to execute. I was about to swing my pitching wedge when, from the edges of my vision, I beheld the most cutest (bad grammar intended) boys I might have ever encountered in my whole seventeen years wandering this planet. I pulled down my visor so they wouldn't catch me staring, straightened my posture, and slightly leaned on my golf club, looking off to the distance with a "you don't intimidate me" mystique.