I predicted that Aaron would wake me up at the middle of the night, but I didn't want to wake up before he would wake me.
"Elle..." He shook me rapidly.
"I know, I know," I mumbled, pulling the covers over my head.
"Do you want me to shake you faster?" He threatened.
"No! No!" I nearly shouted, and I rubbed my eyes to see his face in front of mine.
"So," I said. "the superhero finally needs some help from the superfriend."
"Exactly," Aaron whispered.
"See this?" He said, holding up a fragile pair of glasses attached to a headset.
"Yeah," I replied, still drowsy.
"I have my own matching pair. If you put these on, then you'll see what I see," Aaron explained.
"Talk to me through this microphone, and you'll hear me through this," He added.
"And my job is to predict what's going to happen next?" I said.
"Yep," Aaron agreed. "Just like what you did there."
"Cool," I smiled.
"Now, get out of bed, slowpoke. I got a gang to stop."
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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...
