The Notes Of Hazel Stone

The funeral

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September 4th 1997- August 14th, 2015

I stood there, aimlessly staring at the beautiful words that held her whole lifetime, allowing the familiar feeling of hot tears to trickle down my cheeks. I looked down at the shiny brown ground at my reflection, suddenly realizing my appearance - I'd been forced to scrub up but didn't see the point, it was just a funeral for God's sake.

I could see my reflection in the large glass frame, my hair had been carefully curled so they flowed down my back, and covered the sides of my face - I reminded my self of Hazel - we were twins after all. With a hearty sigh I lifted my eyes to picture they had not-so-carefully picked from a long album of photos she had left behind, and laughed.

She was wearing light brown hoodie and her hair had been rolled into beautiful curls cascading down her back. Her brown skin glistened in the sunlight highlighting her many freckles. her Hazel eyes held a subtle twinkle that anyone could've mistaken for the reflection of  camera- but I knew better, it had always been there, ever since the day we were born.

Her teeth were barricaded with what she used to call, 'the devils', her braces, I grin as memory of the day she got them played in my head, with the absence of make-up excluding a tiny bit of mascara ,  she still managed to look beautiful.

Although I say this, she still would've hated it, the photo was too fake, she would've liked everyone to see the real her, the one that went clubbing every Friday and came stumbling home at 4 am the next morning, sneaking through the back door, shaking me out of my sleep and forcing me to attend to her. After all, that was what twins were for.

I snorted at the thought of her cheesy saying and looked around the empty brown hallway, before slipping the picture out of its frame replacing it with a photo she had posted on Instagram only a week before, she was smiling whilst grinding to what she called music.

My eyes drifted to her name at the bottom of the page - Hazel Stone.

"Amber," a soft voice whispered, I quickly turned around to see my stepmother, Grace. "The service is about to start now, could you- "

She stopped short, and scrunched her eyebrows in confusion when recognizing the absence of the original picture ; she looked at me again as if looking for an explanation. I simply shrugged my shoulders and walked off, purposely dropping the scrunched up photo at her feet.

I heard her sigh, then quickly join behind me.

My mouth went dry at the sight of the church hall ; it was packed. Faces I hardly recognized were all sat engaged in mellow conversation. How on earth did all of these people know Hazel? I knew she was popular but this was something else.

"My funeral would be packed,", she'd suddenly said, whilst we were preparing the table for Christmas dinner, I looked over and gave her a strange look as if to say, why the hell are you thinking about your funeral.

She rolled her eyes at me and defended herself , "I'm just saying,"

I smirked at her and began belting the lyrics of 5sos's song, Just Sayin, smirking I looked back at her only to see a pissed off expression plastered across her face. "Carry on,"

She rolled her eyes yet again and began speaking," I know lots of people, have connections, you know,"

I nodded giving her a strange look and began setting out the coasters, before an arm grabbed my wrist, I turned to face her and was about to shout in her face when she leaned in and whispered, "And I hook up with A LOT of people,"