"Where should we start?" asks London when she's paid our tickets.
I insisted that I should pay, but she snapped me off again, says that "it's me taking you on a trip, not the other way around, let me pay!" and nudging me to the side. I'd laughed politely, but the truth was that i really want to pay for the things we do, even though I have close to no money. Being with London is the best thing I can ever spend it on, anyways.
I let my gaze slide over the crowded area, which, according to the wooden signs are called The Square.
"Honestly?" I reply, shaking my head. "I have no idea."
"Look over there!" exclaims London, her lips stretching into a smile.
I follow her gaze and catch sight of a tiny tent with violet and orange stripes, looking tranquil in the midst of the chaos. Outside it, a rectangular wooden sign is pounded into the ground. The letters are cursive and deep; but I can't read what it says from this distance.
I take the lead, pushing through the crowd with London tight on my heels. Coming closer to the sign, I can roughly see what it says. Fo... ne... tellen... tell... tur... but the n in the end of the first word might be an r.
As we approach the tent, I can finally read the sentence out loud; Fortuneteller, tells your future.
"That's weird" London chuckle. "Fortune teller means future teller, right? There's no need to write it two times."
"It's ghastly, London" I say, rolling my eyes as I try not to laugh. "The spiritual activity level must be at the exact right number."
London huffs. "Ah, right, and the ghosts are attracted by bad grammatics?"
I chortle. "We'll try, right?"
Slightly giggling, we bend our necks and enter the little tent.
Inside, it's completely dark and I can't straighten my back in the tiny space. I feel the familiar pressure on my chest and grope for Londond's hand. She grabs it immediately, squeezing it reposefully.
When an old, cracked voice, coming from the far side of the tent, speaks out, I jerk backwards and bite my tongue not to scream.
"Welcome to my divination tent, youths."
I hold London's hand tighter – while I'm at the same time sure I'll start laughing at any moment. I don't know if I should giggle or scream when she speaks again:
"Do you wish to see the future of your friendship, or the future of you both individually."
I immediately turn to face London, but of course, I don't see anything but hazy darkness. I can still see her contours, though – the sunlight's creeping in from under a little gap at the bottom of the tent canvas.
"What do you think?" whispers London.
The commotion outside is dull from inside the tent – it's live we've dove down under the surface, protected by the mute of the water.
"I don't want to do this myself" I whisper back to her.
London's contours straightens, and she says, clearly:
"We'd like to see our future, please."
I can see how hard she's trying to hold in a laughter, though.
The voice speaks again:
"Come closer, young ones."
"Can't you turn on the lights?" says London, and suddenly I'm aware how tightly she's holding my hand.
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Novela Juvenil'sometimes i think about my life as a book.' • • • • aspen's world is thrown into chaos when her twin sister atlas passes away, leaving her to face the upcoming fall holiday alone. little does she know that that one mysterious earphone girl...
