"Hey, Mom!" My voice echoed throughout the stairwell.
"Elle?" She replied, stirring another batch of her homemade cookie batter in the kitchen.
"Mom, I thought it would be great if I could show Aaron around San Francisco," I smiled wider than usual.
"Sure," Mom said, putting down the bowl of cookie batter on the counter. Aaron ran behind her to the bowl to lick the spoon. I couldn't hold in my laughter.
"What's so funny?" Mom asked. She does this every time I burst into random laughing fits.
"Nothing," I laughed.
"So, when is this San Francisco thing?"
"Friday. At five o'clock."
"Why at five?"
"I just think San Francisco looks better in the evening," I fibbed.
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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...
