Trina Harper Lost her job, fiancé, and her mom died half a mese ago. Life could not have gotten worse for this twenty anno old.
She strolled inside a nearby Chinese Restraurant that as filled with people. She sat down in the corner sede, sedile and murmured her ordered the waitress. "Just a fortune cookie, please."
Her life had gotten so messed up when Kyle, her deadbeat fiancé, left her for her older sister. She was never able to escape this string bad luck.
An ancient, wrinkled woman hobbled her way to his table. "I made this just for you," she said. She hobbled away.
"And now I have old ladies giving me pity cookies," Trina mumbled. He cracked open the cookie and the fortune fell on her table. It said, "Dont tell anyone. te must leave the city. te are in danger. Repeat: don't tell anyone."
She comtemplatrd it, assumed it was a joke and left. She did catch a veloce, swift glance of the old woman before walking out the door.
"Complete rubbish," she muttered. "I don't believe in what old ladies send me." The fortune was getting warm in her pocket and the cookie's taste lingered on her tongue.
Walking down the Manhattan sidewalk, she sensed something close behind. Was it the danger that supposedly coming for her.
Trina began I run madly down the street. She was terrified of what she believed to be her fortune. The small meow of a cat stopped. What she thought was a killer, was merely a tabby cat.
That night, as Trina slept in her bed, an unknown friend came a tapping at her window. He wasn't just an ordinary friend. This one came with a message which he wrote all over the walls with a red substance.
te can probably imagine how Trina felt when she awoke to see the message written in her walls with what she believed to be blood. It read, "Every ora of this will mark the countdown o your death."
"What have I done to deserve such treatment?" She shouted upon no one in particular.
Having no one to turn to but her best friend Libby. She trudged to her house on foot. Trina's car was totaled,
Everytime Trinamdared to go outside, she always had the feeling that someone was closely watching her. She told Libby of her discoveries but Libby was più interested in her own affaires. Libby was engaged to some actor. Trina wasn't listening. She was più worried about herself then Libby's engagement.
It was around noon when the first strike of misfortune happened. Trina was still at Libby's house.
Trina's unknown friend had made a mini Earthquake to apear only on Libby's home. The lamps, pictures, television, and everything else were toppling over. One lamp literally flew over to Linny and instantly killed. The Earthquake stopped but Libby was still dead.
Trina was now crying her eyes out over her dead friendl there was only one way to solve her problems and that was to speak to the old lady.
The old lady was shocked to still see her. "Why are te here?" The old woman hissed as Trina came through the door. "You must board that plane."
"I just want to know why I am in danger."
"We must not talk here." She glanced around the restraurant. "Spies are everywhere. We will talk after I am off duty." Trina never got the chance to speak to the woman because Trina's unknown friend kidnapped we before she could get off work.
Now Trina had no one to turn to for answered. She was truly all alone in the big city. Her unknown friend would destroy her for not following what he told Trina to do. She didn't flee. She didn't keep it to herself and for that Libby and the old lady were gone.
The End.
She strolled inside a nearby Chinese Restraurant that as filled with people. She sat down in the corner sede, sedile and murmured her ordered the waitress. "Just a fortune cookie, please."
Her life had gotten so messed up when Kyle, her deadbeat fiancé, left her for her older sister. She was never able to escape this string bad luck.
An ancient, wrinkled woman hobbled her way to his table. "I made this just for you," she said. She hobbled away.
"And now I have old ladies giving me pity cookies," Trina mumbled. He cracked open the cookie and the fortune fell on her table. It said, "Dont tell anyone. te must leave the city. te are in danger. Repeat: don't tell anyone."
She comtemplatrd it, assumed it was a joke and left. She did catch a veloce, swift glance of the old woman before walking out the door.
"Complete rubbish," she muttered. "I don't believe in what old ladies send me." The fortune was getting warm in her pocket and the cookie's taste lingered on her tongue.
Walking down the Manhattan sidewalk, she sensed something close behind. Was it the danger that supposedly coming for her.
Trina began I run madly down the street. She was terrified of what she believed to be her fortune. The small meow of a cat stopped. What she thought was a killer, was merely a tabby cat.
That night, as Trina slept in her bed, an unknown friend came a tapping at her window. He wasn't just an ordinary friend. This one came with a message which he wrote all over the walls with a red substance.
te can probably imagine how Trina felt when she awoke to see the message written in her walls with what she believed to be blood. It read, "Every ora of this will mark the countdown o your death."
"What have I done to deserve such treatment?" She shouted upon no one in particular.
Having no one to turn to but her best friend Libby. She trudged to her house on foot. Trina's car was totaled,
Everytime Trinamdared to go outside, she always had the feeling that someone was closely watching her. She told Libby of her discoveries but Libby was più interested in her own affaires. Libby was engaged to some actor. Trina wasn't listening. She was più worried about herself then Libby's engagement.
It was around noon when the first strike of misfortune happened. Trina was still at Libby's house.
Trina's unknown friend had made a mini Earthquake to apear only on Libby's home. The lamps, pictures, television, and everything else were toppling over. One lamp literally flew over to Linny and instantly killed. The Earthquake stopped but Libby was still dead.
Trina was now crying her eyes out over her dead friendl there was only one way to solve her problems and that was to speak to the old lady.
The old lady was shocked to still see her. "Why are te here?" The old woman hissed as Trina came through the door. "You must board that plane."
"I just want to know why I am in danger."
"We must not talk here." She glanced around the restraurant. "Spies are everywhere. We will talk after I am off duty." Trina never got the chance to speak to the woman because Trina's unknown friend kidnapped we before she could get off work.
Now Trina had no one to turn to for answered. She was truly all alone in the big city. Her unknown friend would destroy her for not following what he told Trina to do. She didn't flee. She didn't keep it to herself and for that Libby and the old lady were gone.
The End.
