I decide to stay home when Scott takes his trip down memory lane - starting with the bus. I sit on my bed, pondering Derek Hale.
Every single thing about him should horrify me - he's a werewolf, he's a suspected murderer, and we got him arrested - but it doesn't. I don't feel anything remotely negative around him. I wonder if I can tell how a person is with my psychic abilities. Maybe I can sense that Derek Hale is a good guy?
I shake my head, refusing to ponder Derek Hale any longer. I try to think about Stiles and Scott and what they're doing at the bus, hoping to get a vision of what's going on. Maybe I should've gone with them.
I stare at my reflection. I stare at my white ceiling. I close my eyes.
And I get nothing. No visions, no sounds, no feelings.
My thoughts keep drifting back to Derek Hale.
"Ugh!" I cry finally, frustrated, and push a pillow off my bed. I decide to give up and go to sleep, even though I still haven't finished my homework. Scott and Stiles will fill me in about their trip tomorrow, I'm sure.
As I roll over, one thought looms heavily on the front of my mind. Maybe I can't control the visions or see them when I want to. It's possible that I'll never be able to control what I see. I was probably just fooling myself thinking I could trigger them by thinking about the future.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
