Mist in the Air, Not The Fun Kind, Though

Mei woke up with a scream. She had the dreams, again. The foggy days recently were too close to the mountains where she grew up for comfort. Her mother was on her mind more than anything. She adjusted her glasses, sitting up and ruffling her own hair, tugging at it lightly to pull her out of her drowsiness. She rolled out of bed, trudging over to the makeshift table she had made in this abandoned apartment. She saw heard whispers through the thin walls of her apartment, that made her perk up more than any tea ever would.
"There was a murder, and Ether was the victim!"
Living next to the sensationalist reporter in the Maitland had its perks. This was definitely one of them. And Mei had nothing to lose. Mom and Nainai were far away now, and she just had to prove ghosts were real. That she was there. And then, the world would remember Mei Beaumont. Even though her mother hated her for taking her father's name. Even though her mother said ghosts weren't real. Even though she wasn't the ballet dancer her mom wanted. Even though she realized she was believing out of mere threads of hope. She would prove the world that she was someone who needed to be remembered. For years to come.
Mei walked around the Maitland with a sense of intrigue, trying to reason her way through her new home. She felt like it was a maze. It was a shame that the building lacked any flow of energy. Otherwise it would be ghost heaven. But as far as the girl knew, she was the only one among them. Like a spirit, she had disappeared into the night, never to return. She was unable to be trapped, and she was loose, and free. However, Mei was living with a vigor inside her more powerful than the world itself. Mei was free.