Hey Guys, so this is my first fan fiction story and I'm kind of nervous about it. Please review this first chapter to let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or any of the characters.
Important notes of this story:
This story is set in the 1800s.
Partly inspired by The Phantom Of The Opera
There once was a girl named Clare Edwards. She always had a passion for music. She had the voice of an angel. Her father had trained her from the moment she could speak , until one day he got very very sick. That was the day her world came crumbling down. She loved all of her family even though her mother didn't really like Clare as much as her sister Darcy who didn't show any respect for her sister whatsoever.
Clare was 15 when her father was lying on his death bed slowly drifting away. Her mother and sister had moved on from her father who was no use to them once he got sick and weak.
He was dying and Clare could do nothing about it. She started crying to the point her body would not stop shaking. His last words to her made her even more emotional. "My Little Lovely, don't be sad. I will watch over you and leave you in the hands of an angel of music who will continue to train you." After that her father drifted away leaving Clare on her own confused at her fathers last words.
"leave you in the hands of an angel of music who will continue to train you"
~ Clare's P.o.v ~
I'm so lost. Where do I go? How do I protect myself? How do I even take care of myself?
"Clare Diane Edwards?" I turned my head towards the voice.
"yes?"
" I'm Cindy Estelle. I was a friend of your father's. I heard he has passed away. Is this true?"
I restrain myself from crying. ". It's true."
"Oh Clarabelle I am sor-" BANG!
"We must go!NOW!" She took my hand and ran towards the train.
~ Cindy's P.o.v ~
Clare is gorgeous. She looks just like her father. I have so much to explain to her about her past, but for now i must respect her father's wishes and introduce her to her new home.
" I know you must be confused and have many questions, but you have bags under your eyes my dear. You need to sleep. I will wake you up when we arrive."
~ Clare's P.o.v ~
Cindy was right, I had many questions. I thoguht for a moment about whether I could trust her and if she really knew my father,but I was tired.I slowly drifted off into sleep.
Clare's dream ~ ~ ~ A shadow was behind me. A voice that was soft as velvet hummed soothing melodies to me. I felt like I have known him my whole life. I turned around and walked toward him to get a better glance. He was wearing a mask that covered half of his face. "Who Are You?" I asked the strange figure in front of me. "Time will tell" And with that he was gone.