A Moonacre twist

Chapter one

The cool summer breeze stung my tear stained face, and blew my loose blonde curls around my head. I was knocked out of my daze by a cold hand snaking around my shoulders, I jumped at the touch and turned shocked to the culprit. Miss Heliotrope. she pointed in the direction of the priest. I sighed in agreement and sauntered up to the freshly dug grave, my black lace dress scraping the ground behind me. I tossed one of the red roses into the open grave, it made a thud when it hit the closed casket. A single tear escaped my eyes, but I kept a strait face. I then walked to my mothers grave, right next to my fathers, and sat the other red rose on her granite head stone. A shiver went down my spine, I was being watched. I looked to my left, there was a large white gazebo, a boy with brown hair, dressed in all black, and a black strip of leather around his nose that wrapped around his head,stood there staring at my every move. he smirked when he noticed my staring, for reasons I didn't even know, I blushed then turned around due to my twin sister , Maria's, obnoxious sobs. I rolled my eyes then glanced back to the boy, he was gone. I huffed in frustration and waltzed back to Miss Heliotrope embracing Maria in a tight hug.
"Chloe my dear, come here." Miss Heliotrope said with her arms out stretched.
"I'm fine" I explained, she put her arms down with what looked like a frown of disappointment. We all finished the funeral in silence, which I liked.

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A/N: I noticed their arnt very many the secret of Moonacre stories, and it's like one of my favorite movies! I hope you like it! Thanks for reading 😊