Little White Lies

2.Little White Lies PART ONE

***Ok, yes, i know I suck. & i'm uploading super slow. But that's because for this story, i knew what i wanted for the middle, but the beginning was just so hard 2 do so it would make sense. Anyway, this chapter is not as interesting as the next ones will be. The next one is when the story REALLY begins.It's going to be PART TWO.  And it's also rlly fun to write (I started it already) So it should be up really soon. It's also going to have Tristan in it so u can look forward to that. Hope you like this chapter anyway****

I pulled up to the high school parking lot a few minutes early so that I would already be there when Abby got out of class. It was so strange looking at the school from the outside, knowing I no longer belonged in there. I’d graduated about three months ago and now attended a prestigious healing university in the area. In all likelihood I’d probably only been accepted to the university was because I was Abby’s sister, but I breezed through their classes. The only reason I was able to pick her up today was because I’d gotten a notice that said I was going to be able to graduate within the year because I’d gone through the courses so quickly.

While I sat in my new used car, I couldn’t help remembering all those times when Tristan and I had sat in his expensive car waiting for Abby to get out of cheer practice. We would laugh and joke and…no. I had to stop thinking about him.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Abby opened the door and jumped into my car, still wearing her little, blue cheerleading outfit. “Hey, this is a nice surprise.”

After putting the car back in drive, I handed her the notice. Then I sped off.

“Woah, you’re graduating from the university already? My God that has to be a record!” then she paused. “Oh my god, turn back! I forgot my record book for my observations class! Please, please, please go back.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today,” I smiled as I did a U-turn. “How did you manage to forget that anyway?”I asked while parking.

“Because I’m an airhead,” she answered. “I’ll be back in a second.” Then she sprinted back into the school, hoping to get in before the doors were locked for the night.

I’d only been waiting for around fifteen minutes when I saw all of the vans of news and paparazzi pull up into the school’s parking lot at once. One photographer and news reporter after another continuously shot through the parking lot to get to the building.

Though I tried to get someone’s attention so they could tell me what was going on, no one could have cared less about me. So, letting my curiosity get the better of me, I got out of my car and followed them.

When I saw the large crowd of people, I pushed my way through, determined to see what was going on. Then my heart dropped. In the middle of the mob of people lay my sister. The school nurse was kneeling down beside her, crying while the reporters just kept asking what had happened. A boy with black greasy hair was telling a few reporters that he’d seen her lying there and called the nurse before calling the news. I was about to ask him if it had ever occurred to him to call a hospital when grief overtook me.

I didn’t care who saw, or what happened as a consequence; I was saving my sister. I’d never brought anyone back from the dead, but I knew if anyone could, it would be me. So I knelt beside her and took her hand. Closing my eyes, I tried to feel everything about her. Slowly, I made my way through her body, feeling out every organ to see if I could find the source of the problem.

Nothing seemed unusual until I hit her brain. The second I reached it I realized she had died of psychic’s disease. Although she was the first mind reader to live in over a century, we knew that every mind reader that had ever lived died of the exact same disease. Psychic’s disease literally caused a piece of the brain to spontaneously detach itself from the rest of it. But I wasn’t ready to lose Abby to psychic’s disease, so I forced it to reattach itself.

Not a minute after the bond was created, Abby opened her eyes and gasped for air.

I couldn’t help myself. I started crying and squeezed her in a hug.

“What happened?” she asked me.

“You were dead!” one of the reporters responded before I got a chance.

And suddenly Abby and I both realized what I had done. I had done the taboo. I’d done what no one else had ever been able to do, and what no one else would have ever dared try to do. I had brought Abby back from the dead.

Oh. And I had also made myself an instant celebrity.