The curious case of November Golf

Hi readers! Welcome to the first edition of the latest blog-buster hit:

The curious case of November Golf.

In this story, our protagonist, by the name of November Golf, will live his life with choices from you, the reader!

That's why, every week there will be a new story, and at the end of every juncture, there will be a poll on what our hero must do. The option with the most number of votes naturally dictates the story must continue in that way! Readers will be given a few days to vote. Author will continue the story once the deadline of poll is up, or if sufficient votes have been garnered.

(Author: Oh gosh I'm so bored I can't believe I'm typing this.)

So let's on down with this week's story!

Disclaimer: This is total fiction. Any resemblance to any read characters is totally coincidental.
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Chapter 1: Genesis

This is the curious story of November Golf.

His surname is Golf because this was a moniker his father earned when he used to be a caddie for one of the best golfers in the region. His father did not actually know how to play golf, but he was an excellent caddie alright. Golf Senior passed away when November was only 5 years old. November did not even know who his mother was. He never saw her. Or rather, she never saw him. Or rather, nobody saw nobody. November was found in a little baby cot outside Golf Senior's home late one night, many many years ago. Golf senior never found out who November's parents were.

His name was November, because as simple as it sounded, Golf Senior found the baby in the month of November. It wasn't a dark and stormy night like what they always show in the movies. It was a still, windless night, along the ghetto streets, but it was a strange ghetto street because there were no dogs barking, no fights, no nothing.

It was just the presence of a little baby.

And hence November Golf was born.

November Golf grew up to be a fine man.

He was highly driven and motivated, and did well in his studies. He went into the best schools, and as he graduated with honours, he was now contemplating to himself:

Hmm. What kinda job should I get myself?

[Readers, YOU DECIDE!]

Vote at the left column.