Hey guys! My very first fan fiction! Yay! Okay, this whole "story" is a collection of very short stories about every one of each ghost's life JUST before their death! PLEASE NOTE: this "chronicle" is still in progress, and I will typically upload three chapters at a time, so please be patient! It takes me about 2-3 days for me to complete three chapters in one go. And PLEASE review and rate!

-Ardria

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Small clean up, added ruler lines -27 March 11

Ember McLain

September 3rd, 1983

"Shut up, Mom!" Ember McLain screamed. "I'm seventeen and I can date whoever I want!"

Infuriated by her parents' endless lectures, Ember stormed to her room, barricading the door with whatever wasn't nailed down.

"Ugh!" she muttered, seething.

They forget I'm even here half the time, so why do they bother about me now?

A soft breeze blew in from her open window, blowing a lock of auburn hair across her cheek. Ember stared at the view outside. Without a second thought, she grabbed her prized possession, a battered old guitar, and climbed through the pane, breaking into a run.

"Eric! Eric!" called Ember, as she knocked tirelessly on the door of her boyfriend's apartment. She relaxed and smiled as Eric opened the door.

"What's up, sweet cheeks?"

"My stupid parents say I can't see you anymore, so I ran away."

"Awww, babe! Come on in, then."

He's so lucky, living by himself. His freedom; no one to tell him what to do, what not to do...now he has me to share it with.

Ember dropped herself down on Eric's leather couch, staring up at Eric's handsome blue eyes. He had raggedy shoulder-length black hair, his chin was fringed with stubble.

Eric sat down next to Ember.

"Ember. My favourite name, and my favourite girl."

She leant forward and kissed him.

September 18th, 1983

"I've been working on a new song, wanna hear the draft?" Ember asked, gently strumming her guitar.

"Umm…first I gotta go outside for a sec. Miss me, babypop?" said Eric, halfway through the door.

"Of course," Ember replied, sighing quietly.

Where does Eric keep disappearing off to lately? Just last week he said he couldn't stand to be away from me…

Ember shook her head.

I worry too much. Eric loves me, and always will. He said so.

September 30th 1983

"You have beautiful hair, babe," Eric complemented, running his fingers through Ember's long ponytail.

She couldn't hold in a giggle.

"Oh, I just remembered…I gotta go, hun."

Ember couldn't help a feeling of annoyance wash over her as her boyfriend uttered those dreaded words for the whoknowshowmany-th time. Finally, her patience wore out.

Moving as silently as her clogs would allow, she trailed Eric.

Wait, why is he going to the high school? He doesn't go there anymore! And why is he walking so fast?

Moving stealthily to hide behind a bench, Ember crouched down and watched as Eric slowed to a stop.

Who's that gir...no. He wouldn't. He loves me. Only me.

"Love me, Eric?" the blonde asked.

"Always, sweet cheeks."

Eric bent down and kissed her.

Ember's world slowed to a stop.

Unable to think, she ran, warm tears flying off her cheeks.

Sobbing and gasping, she burst into Eric's apartment. She reached for a large pair of scissors and cut off the hair that Eric had said was "beautiful", right at the ponytail. She grabbed a bottle of car fluid and threw it around the room, now bursting with rage. Before she knew what she was doing, she seized a box of matches and lit one after the other, throwing them aimlessly around her. Overcome with misery and sorrow, she collapsed, allowing the flames to lick over her body, and finally engulf her.

My name is Ember McLain! You will remember my name!