Forlot: The Only Golf Course - Book Sixty-Eight

Chapter Two

Although that Forlot is a little town, it owns more than enough stores. A mall with a movie theater. A campsite near this forest where you lose your memory. A second campsite by the home of a vampire puppet. I think that my author is running out of ideas. However...this book is a hundred-seven. No matter how odd her stories get, they are always unique - and carry no agendas.

Mountains are on either side of the town. One displays a mansion so big that you can get lost in without trying at the very tip. It used to be haunted by evil ghosts who wanted their oldest great-granddaughter - still a child - to follow in their footsteps. But she was able to end the curse because of her generosity. She is braver than me. I would hide and pray if I were in that situation. I have only one scary thing to worry about. Lizzy.

Across from the mansion is a small village surrounded by woods. Enough people live there to keep it running. It is the only place here where it snows. I am not crazy about the cold or snow, but I do want to see the village one day. I will be lucky if they own a golf course.

No. No, they do not. All Forlot golfers and the fans are aware that only one golf course is here. I get why there are not more. Sort of. Forlot is small, but...it has all the stuff that I mentioned. It also has castles and countless woods and hidden villages within those woods. So why do we not have more golf courses? We have the room.

I would have an answer that day.

My friends love playing golf despite that they are awful at it. I am not saying this to put them down. I am not a bully. When they make a terrible swing or get anything above par, they bring up how horrible they are. I giggle and remind them that golf is hard to master. It was not until I failed at everything else that I realized how good I was at golf. It is my secret talent that is not much of a secret anymore. I had no need to practice because I am a natural. It is as if I am being controlled. Funny how a talentless and unwanted girl would be a professional at a hard game like golf. I did not like golf until I gave it a chance. Now I cannot live without it.

"Fore!" I exclaimed as loud as I could even though that nobody was in the way. I love shouting fore. Makes my tongue tingle.

Anais and Frida roared like lions. I swung my golf club back and smacked my small, white ball. It sailed in the air and landed on the fairway - close to a bunker. Anais and Frida cheered and clapped.

I wiped sweat off my forehead. "Phew. I lucked out this time. My ball almost bunkered. Get it?"

They lowered their arms and shook their heads.

I laid my club on my shoulder and walked. "You are no fun."

They followed. Frida said, "We would laugh out loud if your jokes were funny."

"Your ball is funnier than you," Anais added.

I rolled my eyes. "You two are riots."

We reached said ball. I stretched my arms and legs and positioned myself. I looked straight ahead and lowered the club to the ball. I swung back the club again. I then dropped it when I heard a familiar voice.

"Izzy!"

I turned around, accidentally kicking the ball. It flew in the air once again. "Lizzy?!"

My club landed on Frida's foot. She screamed, held her foot, and jumped around.

I could not apologize. I was too surprised. I watched in horror as Lizzy came running to us with a golf bag over her shoulder. I had never seen the bag. It seemed new.

I met her halfway, fury building up inside me. I wanted to hit my club into her, sending her out of the course. I could only imagine what she was doing here. "What do you want? How did you know that we were here?"

Lizzy took off the bag and held it by the straps. She can carry a golf bag with no struggles. I, on the other hand, have help from my friends.

"Come on, Izzy. It is not like that you and your buddies hang out together anywhere else."

I balled my hands into fists. "What in the world do you want?"

"I...I was hoping that I could play with you guys."

I looked at the bag. Then back at her. "Play...golf?"

"Yep. I finally got my own equipment. A golf bag. Balls of all colors. Clubs. And other essential stuff. My outfit will arrive tomorrow. I can hardly wait to try it on! It is pink and white. Hey. Want me to buy you one?"

My eye twitched. My mouth was wide open. I assumed that I was in a dream - a nightmare. I pinched my arm. Nope. I was not dreaming. The golf course was my and my friends' safe space. She had no business being here, let alone a golfer. She cannot steal my title. She cannot be the golfer in the family. She had everything else.

I pressed my hands to my cheeks. "No, no. This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. You...cannot be a golfer." I pointed frantically at myself. "I am! I am the pro golfer around here!"

"So is that a no on the outfit? I can buy you a matching one. You will look cute in it!"

"I do not want to be cute! I do not want any outfit! Golf is one serious and delicate sport. It is not made for you or individuals like you!"

I thought that Lizzy would cry and run off. But she just glared at me.