"Don't speed ahead of me," I told Aaron over the manic noises of the traffic. "You don't know where you're going, but I do."
I actually don't know exactly where Ghirardelli is, but when I need to go to a place that's new, I use my intuition to get there. It's kind of like finding a dusty, unused map in the attic that is my brain and finally putting it into good use. My mind told me where to go, but we didn't follow the roads. Speeding in a big city with roads like this would attract the police's attention in a bad way. We stuck to sidewalks, which soon turned into stairways and railings, which soon turned into underground tunnels, which soon turned into rooftops of buildings with low ceilings.
It felt nice to get ahead of the Blue Electric for once.
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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...
