Ember McLain
Ember was a typical teenager. She went to school (although the skipped a day or two to go to a concert) and she adored her boyfriend, who unfortunately goes to a different school. She didn't have very many friends, but as long as she had her music and her boyfriend, she didn't really care.
The day before school started, Ember decided to surprise her boyfriend with a little call.
No answer she thought when she was directed to voicemail. "Guess who!" she said into the receiver. She let out a little laugh before continuing, "I miss you, Logan, and I just want to talk. No, the voicemail message isn't enough." She let out another laugh. "Call back when you get the message!" she kissed into the receiver before hanging up.
The next day, she came home from a rough first day of school. "Any messages for me?" Ember asked her mother.
"Nope, sorry," came the reply. Ember hurried to her room and picked up her phone to try to call Logan once again. Still no answer.
The same routine continued for two weeks.
That Monday, after school, Ember decided to pay her boyfriend a surprise visit. She walked up to his house, fixing her ponytail on the way, and knocked on the door. To her relief, Logan was the one to open the door (she didn't like dealing with adults).
"Hey, you! Where have you been all week?" she asked.
"Ember! Why-" he was cut off by a voice in the next room.
"Who's that?" the voice called. The owner of the voice stepped into the room. She was a girl who looked slightly younger than Ember. She had long, wavy, blond hair and ice-blue eyes. She wore a skirt that fit school dress code (which states that skirts and shorts need to reach below the fingertips) but a centimeter shorter and there would be a problem.
"Ember, this is my friend, Amanda," he introduced somewhat nervously.
"Why don't you just tell her the truth?" Amanda asked. She turned to Ember. "Logan and I are dating."
Ember felt her eyes water. "Is this true?" she quietly asked.
"Ember, I wanted to tell you," Logan started.
Ember had heard enough. She rushed out the door, slamming it on her way out. She blindly ran through the cold wind and falling leaves, coming upon a fire.
That's it! She thought. She just wanted to end the heartache; she didn't care about specifics. She ran into the heart of the fire and sat there waiting for the heat to turn her body to ash.
What do you think? Should I do the same with some of the other ghosts or leave it at this?
Much of the story was inspired by the full song, RememEmber, which can only (to my knowledge) be heard on the Butch Hartman website. Neither the song, nor Ember belongs to me.