The flames blossomed like thick red petals sprouting out of the ashes. Her eyes were alight with the fire as she reached for the sleeves of her sweater to pull them closer to her.
"Ember, honey?" A motherly voice asked in a soft voice.
She looked up and into a pair of sparkling emerald eyes.
"Come inside?" Aunt Opal requested hesitantly.
Ember nodded in response, but made no move to get up and leave.
"Oh u-um, I'll just be inside. You know, waiting for you." She said and quickly went back inside the house.
That's how it has been lately. People being scared of Ember. She can't help her obsession with fire - more particularly, burning matches.
It gives her a thrill that nothing else can provide.
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Ember tugged open the doors to Treeville High School and immediately felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. The stares were all directed at her. Mainly her hair, which is a big ball of carroty curls, but it doesn't really matter. They are staring at her, nonetheless.
Plenty of people have told her to stop what she's doing. "It will kill you!" They protest.
She knows the risk.
She knows the pain she is causing others.
She cannot stop.
She feels powerful-majestic even-as she creates something spectacular out of a simple piece of wood.
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