The Fortune Cookie
“This is it!” I said joyfully opening the door to the restaurant.
As I found my family some seats, the waiter asked my parents, “What would you like today?”
My mom replied, looking at the menu, “Let's see, how about some Chow Mein? Yeah, and the fried rice. No meat please.” My dad also ordered dumplings and sushi. I told the waiter to get three glasses of water.
“So you want the Chow Mein, dumplings, and sushi. Right?” the waiter questioned. I nodded. The waiter walked away. Soon, a different waiter came and gave us three glasses of water. I drank my water and put the napkin on my lap. My mom told me I had very good manners. I smiled. After about 15 minutes or so, I found the food waiting on the table.
“It smells good!” I said. My mother laughed and put some rice on my plate and two dumplings because she knew I loved dumplings. “I have a joke to tell you,” I said. “Now, don’t talk while your eating. Would you like some sushi?” I nodded.
When I swallowed my food I asked, “What has four legs when it’s a baby, two legs when it’s a kid, and three legs when it’s older?”
My mom told me, “later.” We had a short dinner and quickly ate the fortune cookies the waiter gave us. “My fortune says, 'life is short, smile when you can'” my mom said.
“That’s sweet, mine says, 'a pleasant surprise is waiting for you'” My dad answered. I read mine. This is what it said, "You’re in danger, run away from the city." I looked up at my parents. If I tell them, they’ll say it’s not true, but if I don’t tell them and run away they’ll get worried and call the police. My brain’s telling me not to tell, but I have too. I only have one choice. I walk to the garbage can and “STOP!” my brain’s telling me. I walk back to my seat.
“Sweetie, you look ill. I think we should go home now,” said my mom. We all said goodbye to the waiter and walked to the car.
As I found my family some seats, the waiter asked my parents, “What would you like today?”
My mom replied, looking at the menu, “Let's see, how about some Chow Mein? Yeah, and the fried rice. No meat please.” My dad also ordered dumplings and sushi. I told the waiter to get three glasses of water.
“So you want the Chow Mein, dumplings, and sushi. Right?” the waiter questioned. I nodded. The waiter walked away. Soon, a different waiter came and gave us three glasses of water. I drank my water and put the napkin on my lap. My mom told me I had very good manners. I smiled. After about 15 minutes or so, I found the food waiting on the table.
“It smells good!” I said. My mother laughed and put some rice on my plate and two dumplings because she knew I loved dumplings. “I have a joke to tell you,” I said. “Now, don’t talk while your eating. Would you like some sushi?” I nodded.
When I swallowed my food I asked, “What has four legs when it’s a baby, two legs when it’s a kid, and three legs when it’s older?”
My mom told me, “later.” We had a short dinner and quickly ate the fortune cookies the waiter gave us. “My fortune says, 'life is short, smile when you can'” my mom said.
“That’s sweet, mine says, 'a pleasant surprise is waiting for you'” My dad answered. I read mine. This is what it said, "You’re in danger, run away from the city." I looked up at my parents. If I tell them, they’ll say it’s not true, but if I don’t tell them and run away they’ll get worried and call the police. My brain’s telling me not to tell, but I have too. I only have one choice. I walk to the garbage can and “STOP!” my brain’s telling me. I walk back to my seat.
“Sweetie, you look ill. I think we should go home now,” said my mom. We all said goodbye to the waiter and walked to the car.
When we get home, I quickly change into my PJs and lied on my bed. I’m scared. Fortune cookies are usually sweet but this one was different. Maybe this was all a joke I say to myself. Or I might actually be in danger! I get up, pull my coat on, run out of the room, and open the door outside. I have to do this. “RUN!!” I shout, holding the fortune in my hand. My mom opens the door. I run faster. “DEAR! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!!!” My mom yells.
The End. Or is it?.....
The End. Or is it?.....
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