It’s early in the morning, the dew is still on the grass. Michael and I were planning to go golfing today. We still both have to get ready. After we are ready and about to leave we both realize that someone has to drive. We got our licences last month and we were still excited about it, we fight for the keys all of the time. We can never agree on who should get to drive. Michael and I don’t always get along but lately we can’t seem to agree on anything.
“Michael are you ok? I’m so sorry I swear I didn’t mean to hit you.” I said worryingly.
We got in the car and started to head to the golf course. Arguing about anything and everything that we could think of to make each other mad. Finally we just turned on the radio to block each other out. It seemed like it was taking hours to get there. I just want to get to the course and golf.
“No, it’s fine, I don't need the hospital, let's just go home and put some ice on it.”
We finally are pulling up after what seemed like forever. I get out of the car and go to the back to get our clubs where Michael joins me grabbing his. We don’t talk at all walking across the field. I’m furious and I can tell Michael isn’t very happy either. We both get ready to start golfing for the day.
I’m going first. I get into my stance and swing when my golf club flies out of my hand. I whirl around and watch as it hits Michael. I run over to him feeling guilty for what happened even though I didn’t mean to hit him.
“Michael I’m sorry, should I take you to the hospital?” I replied.
“It hit me in the head.” Michael states with tears falling down his cheeks.
“Please don’t tell mom, I swear I didn’t mean to hit you, I’m so sorry.”
We start to walk back to the car to head home. I feel so guilty I apologize to Michael all the way back to the car and home.
“I won’t lets just go home, I can already feel the bump.”