I hate being right.
Being right sucks. I have no clue why girls like to be right all the time. I mean this part doesn't even feel good to me. Maybe they choose what to be right about so they feel better when they are. That makes more sense, because right now, being right ain't so hot.
When I woke up I scrambled to my room to get dressed, only to remember it's Saturday. The best part was that Lily was going along with it, making me think that even more. Thanks sis.
I didn't tell either of them a thing. Which considering your sister is a mind reader, is pretty darn hard, but I did it some how. I cleared my mind of everything, trying not to think too hard and just let the thoughts flow. I drove every thought of Blake running in terror, every thought of her crushed face as she saw her savio
