Dead Emma

It's hard to feed a ghost. That's me, Emma the ghost, but I won't be one for much longer. My jerk of a stepbrother Max is supposed to feed me, but he's been missing for months. Months I've been eating a stockpile of frozen...parts he left me. When he finally shows up with no explanation of where he's been or why he left, I want to be angry-but that isn't what has me so tense when we're alone. It seems like he's always trying to get up in my space-and what's worse, I want him to be. But that's so wrong. Besides, I haven't even gotten over my dead ex-boyfriend, Jake. How can I feel things for one guy, let alone two-especially when one is surely dead? I have bigger things to think about anyway, like going up against the biggest baddies in science and magic. And if they catch us, I might be Dead Emma for real.