"-We gather here today to morn the loss of Sir Fredrick Merryweather" the priest babbles, I'm not really listening though, I let my eyes wonder around the eerie graveyard that's littered with headstones and dead flowers.
I focus on a stone gazebo that lies in the centre of the burial ground, I admire the scattered green vines that live in contrast against the grey-ish white stone. My attention is stolen by a smirking boy that seems all to cocky for someone how's surrounded by the dead.
He seems quite handsome, even from a distance. His dark and mysterious physique draws me in, like a moth to a frame, a dangerous looking flame. He almost wears fully black, only having a sliver of red tied around his neck and various silver buckles and buttons dotted around his outfit, in addition to this he wears a thin piece of black cloth over his noise as if to try and mask his identity a little.
Which is weird, why would he need to hide his identify in a graveyard? The ghosts going to stalk him?, he boy is simply intriguing and though provoking to me. As I'm admiring this unidentified boy I have zoned out of what the priest is going on about, severely offending Miss Heliotrope, my high noised governess, who is now giving me a disapproving glare.
My father would have never wanted a funeral like this anyway but Miss Heliotrope was very persuasive with the idea of a traditional funeral. One that is filled with friends and family I wasn't even aware I have.
Miss Heliotrope nudges me toward my fathers coffin, I walk up to it with two red roses in my hands. I place the first on my fathers unburied casket, listing to the quiet thud as it land, then I turn to my mothers moss eaten head stone and place the second on the cold stone slab that my mother rests in.
I glance back at the gazebo that the boy was last casually leaning against and acknowledge the fact that he has left but something tells me that it wont be the last time I ever see him.
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"-So he spent.......everything?" Miss Heliotrope ask, while I sit in silence, facing the fat man who deals with wills,
"Well, not everything-" he assure, making Miss Heliotrope that a breath of relief, "-He did leave you this" the adds as he pulls a brown leather bound book with golden edged pages,
"What is she meant to do with a book?" Miss Heliotrope asks with a long breath out like this is unbelievable, we all knew he had a gambling problem the fact that he left anything at all is unbelievable, "She cant live in a book!" she exclaims,
"She does have one living relative left" he says, trying to lighten the mood,
"Yes, Sir Benjamin-" she nods in acknowledgement, "-But he hasn't so much as sent a birthday card all her life" she adds,
"It worth trying to see if he's willing to adopt her until her 18th birthday" he suggests, "Now if that's all..." he hints,
"Thank you for your time" Miss Heliotrope nod as she stands, pulling me up with her, "Come along, Miss Merryweather" she calls as she waddles towards the door. I've never understood why she insists to wear them funny looking dresses with the shelf-like back, It looks like she could open up a library on her arse.
We walk back to the house in complete silence. I can tell that Miss Heliotrope thinks I'm going to end up in a foster home and I have completely accepted the idea. All that I have left is hope that my Uncle Benjamin takes pity in his long lost, homeless niece.
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With Robin.
FanficAfter the death of Blake's father she is forced to move in with her only living relative, Uncle Benjamin. It doesn't take long for Blake to notice that Moonacre isn't anything like London and that something very strange is going on past the forest. ...
