Truth be told I have never trusted fortune tellers.
It's all about coincidences but yet again my mom is off at another fortune tellers booth at the fair.
I'd rather be looking at the new attraction, The Devil's Pit, then talking to another scammer. The rusted, bent over sign in front of the teller's tent said five dollars which my mother in full confidence forked up.
The fortune teller led us inside and sat us down at a table with a crystal ball then she grabbed my hand, "why so full of doubt don't you fortunes are real" I rolled my eyes, what's the point in being superstitious none of this is true.
"Let me do a tarot card reading on your daughter first." She shuffled through the cards and laid 3 flat down. The first card was Death, the second the Tower, the last the Devil.
"What's that supposed to mean, I'm going to hell?" I grin at her stupid, faux fortune reading cards. "Child why are you so disrespectful to the Tarot cards" Grimacing the woman said right before handing me my cards.
I knock over her crystal ball and spit on the ground next to her, "I don't need your dumb cards, this was stupid mom."
The fortune teller emerald eyes glared at me
"Keep them cards girl, I don't need your energy ruining my soul." I snatch them away from her and left her tent of shams.
"Honey!" My mom called after me catching her breath as she tried to run. "Why should I listen to some egotistical wannab-..."
I lost my footing and fell straight into The Devil's Pit.
