BLUE MOON

Chapter One- The Fortune Cookie

    Chapter One

The Fortune Cookie

“...Here you go Blue.” Mrs Wang says as she places the bill in front of me.

 “Thanks Fiona.” I reply smiling.

So... You’re probably wondering why I’m on first name basis with the owner of a Chinese restaurant? Well, after work at ‘THE GRILL’ every Friday, I come here for dinner; it’s the best restaurant in Devon! I put down a ten pound note and pick up my fortune cookie in its golden wrapper, stuffing it into my pocket. I pick up my bag, pushing my chair in, waving goodbye to Fiona and her husband and walk out the door into the typically British chilly evening. I call a taxi to take me home (I only live 15 minutes away, but to be honest I can’t be asked to walk!).  I sit down on the steps of the entrance and wrap my coat around me. Leaning back I hear a crunch. Great!  I put my hand in my pocket and take out the fortune cookie. Tearing the wrapper, I take a piece of the crushed cookie and place it on my tongue. Emptying the packet in my left hand, I slide the white paper out from under the crumbs and turn it over. My mind freezes as my eyes skim the text.

“Blue, leave now!! Leave everything behind and run. Get away from here and don’t look back. Don’t tell anyone where you are going. RUN! It’s too dangerous to stay.”

I look around. Someone is playing a joke on me, aren’t they? I scrunch up the paper and push it back into my pocket. Just as I was about to put my head phones in, a hand grabs my arm. I jump in process, and whip around to see who the hand belongs to. A young boy is looking up at me, staring intently into my eyes. He eyes a dark shade of grey. He looked about 12.

“Blue. Run. You’re not safe here anymore” he looks terrified.

I’m not safe anymore?

I look to see if his parents are anywhere. I don’t see anyone.

“What do you mean?” I turn back around to look at him, but he is nowhere to be seen.

I have one thought in my mind.

Run. I get up grab my bag and run in the direction of my house. I don’t care about the part about not telling anyone, I’m telling my mum! If this is dangerous... Something serious... then I have to tell her!

Turning the corner to my street, I race to my house.

Damn, I wish I took cross-country; running is not my forte.

 I reach the front door and take out the spare key from the loose brick in the wall. No one knows about it except for my mum and me. I fumble with the key and push it into the lock opening the door. It’s pitch black.

“Mum! Where are you? I need to talk to you!”  I shout trying to flick on the light switch, but it isn’t working.

 “Mum?!”  No reply.

 Where is she?! She should be home, the cafe closed four hours ago? I make my way over to the counter drawers, tripping over some unknown objects. I open the drawer and search blindly with my hands for the torch we keep in there. I find it and turn it on, shining it towards the kitchen floor. Everything is trashed. The cupboards are wide open, pots and pans are all over the floor and pieces of broken glass and china are everywhere. Had we been burgled?

 “MUM?! Please, where are you?!” I scream.

I run upstairs, calling her and look around every room until I reach mine. Something florescent yellow catches my eye. Several post-it-notes stuck randomly to my window. I walk over to it and peel them off. Bringing the torch up, shining it directly on the words, I see that there is a long messy message written in my mums’ handwriting.