"Thank you," I say with a smile as the waitress hands me my bill and she gives a small bow in response, quickly walking off after.
I eargerly reach for the fortune cookie, wondering what cheesy fortune I'll get this time.
Quickly, I tear the wrapper off and break the cookie in half.
Your lucky numbers are: 23, 19, 7, 8, 9, 69
I chuckle to myself at the last number. Wow, I'm immature.
I flipped the paper over as I popped half of the cookie into my mouth, shortly followed by the other half.
Your life is in great danger. Tell no one and leave the city immediately. DON'T SAY ANYTHING!
I laughed at the piece of paper and went up to the register, leaving it behind. It's just a stupid scrap of paper, I'll be fine.
A/N So, I've decided to make a story based on a stupid idea I came up with tonight at this Chinese buffet I ate at. Is this a stupid idea or what? Haha, let me know if I should continue this or not by voting or commenting!
~Shadow
