Nothing But The Truth

Lies make me sick.

I mean, literally. When someone near me says something they know isn’t true, my stomach churns and stabbing pains shoot through my head. If it’s really bad I vomit, or even pass out. As psychic powers go, mine sucks.

Sometimes it’s useful, though. Like when my friend Jessie was murdered and all the evidence pointed to our chemistry teacher. I heard him say he didn’t kill her, and I knew he was telling the truth.

Of course, the police didn’t believe me. So what choice did I have? Armed with nothing but my built-in lie detector and the help of a few friends, I set out to find Jessie’s real killer.

But truth can be complicated. Liars don’t like people who can see through their deceits. And the guilty are dangerous when they fear their crimes will be exposed.

None of that mattered, though. I had to get justice for Jessie, whatever the risk.