When my fortune cookie said I’d be a star, I should’ve grabbed a dictionary. While I pictured becoming famous, it had something else in mind.
I forgot about it until I visited my cousin. She showed me her invention made of recycled garbage, claiming it as an attempt to do something meaningful with her life.
I found it hilarious.
I guess my laughter prompted her to choose me as the perfect test subject. She shoved me into the contraption and launched me into space.
One thought crossed my mind before the explosion:
I bet I look like a shooting star.