My name is Ember opal and I'm not ordinary. I run with scissors, I move from boy to boy faster than a toupee in a hurricane, I am not a girly girl nor a tomboy. I am me and I will never change... We have never sat still, always on the move, seems my mum has a bad case of the fidgets. I have never asked why, nor cared. We are now starting again, my foot already halfway out the door, ready to run. But what are we running from? In my 18 year I realised knight in shining armour are just dicks in foil condoms. My wishes and wants are flipped when residential dickhead Jason Daines and I catch each other's attention, but for how long? My name is Ember opal and I'm not ordinary. Ember will fall. But will a fire be made? or will the embers be left to die?