Aaron, John, and I walked outside the front door and met the cool fall breeze and empty neighborhood road of the early morning. John pulled his small video camera out of his brown leather shoulder bag.
"Ready?" he shouted, pressing record.
Aaron crouched down, his feet in forced arches, all ten fingers meeting with the gravel, and his focus straight ahead at the barren streets.
"Ready," Aaron replied with a smirk and a gruff, raspy voice.
"Wait," I interrupted, pulling my phone out of my pocket. "I have to get this too."
I pressed record.
"Ready?" John asked once again.
"I've been," Aaron chuckled.
Once John whispered "Go," Aaron took off and became a blurry flash of blue, blowing both of our glasses off of our faces and messing up our hair in the strong wind currents that he has made.
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Elle and the Electric
Teen Fiction{ This is the first book in the 'E L L E' series. } Elle is psychic. At least, that's what she thinks she is. She can read her family's minds easily, and on occasion she can predict the future through dreams. Aaron is fast. He knows it. He's been p...
