Golf ball terrorist

Date: 5/30/2018

As Taylor and I were pulling up to what seemed to be a golf course parking lot, something felt off. Chantelle has given us directions to her house and it felt like we were at the hamptons. We started practicing on the chipping green and of course Taylor wanted to make a wager. “I haven’t plaid in ages” I said after shanking a chip into an old passerby. He was polite and waved it off. As I got to the other side of the green, spectators came in to watch. I finally made a good chip. But the next one landed in a tree and all of a sudden people came storming in looking for a domestic terrorist with a red golf ball. My ball was green, but under the red lights in the bush, everyone pointed at me as the culprit. My perspective turned third person as I watched myself enter a Jeep with a member of the queens guard (we must’ve been in Britain). I look to my left and see that the princess is driving undercover and gives me an evil grin as she proceeds to drive through the palace running straight over the queen herself. “Finally that bitch is dead” she screams, elated as she inherits the throne. Meanwhile, the guard is after me as chaos breaks loose. The princess disappeared and I am being hunted by Britain’s finest. Again I’m in the third person and see them capture me, tie me up and encapsulate me in some sort of white concrete mixture and strap c4 to me. It explodes and shrapnel goes everywhere but I am surprisingly not dead, just bloody. A special forces truck picks me up and pulls me in as I am still in shock of what just happened. Then I woke up.