Your Average Girl

Hi. My name is Amber McClain, and I'm just your average

High school girl. Well, I used to be. Until I died. Let me tell you how I died, but in order to understand the full story, I need to take you back to the very beginning of when it all started. It was October, Halloween weekend…

"Amber! You gotta see this costume."

"Oh my gosh what is that," I snickered.

"It's a spooky ghost obviously," laughed my friend, Amy.

"Obviously haha. Why would anyone want to be a ghost? It's so cliche," I laughed.

"I'm getting it. You should get the same thing! We'll be twinsies!"

I really didn't want to dress up as a tacky ghost. My eyes lit up when I saw it. The perfect costume.

"Amy, look at this! This is perfect!"

Amy frowned. "A rock star isn't scary or even spooky for Halloween. Are you trying to be one of those girls?"

"What? No way! I just love how it looks and I am a musician. I have big dreams to become a famous rock star one day. I even went against my mom and dyed my hair blue to prove I'm rebellious haha!"

"So, no twinsies?" frowned Amy.

"I got an even better idea. We'll be a rock band. With me as the main lead guitarist and singer, and you can be my backup singer and dancer as a ghost."

Amy seemed happy with that compromise, so we bought the costumes, some theater makeup, and excitedly talked on the way back to her house. It was already 8pm, so we both had to be home soon. I never quite followed the rules like Amy did though. I liked to stay out for longer. Mostly because mom was depressing to be around ever since… Well, I don't really know what happened. All I know is I woke up one morning, saw dad at the breakfast table, and when I got home from school, he wasn't there anymore. I was never told what happened. It sparked some dark thoughts, such as maybe mom killed him.

I haven't asked her that in case she is a crazy murderer. I don't want to be next. Then again, if she was responsible for his disappearance, maybe she wouldn't have been super depressed?

We made it to Amy's house finally.

"Hey, you wanna come in? I got something I think will interest you," asked Amy.

My eyebrow raised in question.

My eyes widened when she brought out a Ouija board from her closet.

"I know you don't really know if your dad is gone or not, but if he is, we can try to contact his spirit with this. I even got scented candles to light up," said Amy.