This story was written for a class assignment and I figured I would post it to see what you guys think. This story is a mixture of my creation and the actual script from the 1972 movie. Comment and review. :) All of this is from Alice's POV.
I remember the day my father got a telegraph about my older sister, Anna. She had gone out to sea to see the world and was not coming back. My father was sad for days. People would come over to mourn with my father. I, unlike my father, was glad that my sister was able to do something adventurous. We always talked about going on an adventure when we were younger. But eventually my father's sadness reached me. I started to feel lonely, until a family moved in next door to us. It was a family of three. A father, a mother, and a daughter. The girl looked about my age or a little younger. She had nice, wavy brown hair with blue eyes. What was most peculiar was her skin. She was so white, she could blend with the white picket fence that surrounded their dark mansion. On one afternoon, I traveled across the garden in my backyard to hers, as she was looking at flowers. I made small conversation with her. Our conversation was cut short when her mother had kindly asked me to leave. Her mother gave me a certain look that carried an air of petrifaction. But that never stopped me from seeing her daughter. I soon found out that her name was Clarissa and we had become good friends. Every other night, I would sneak into Clarissa room. Her room was on the second floor to the right. There was a nice, large vine that grew on that side of the house, so climbing up to her window was no big task. Our friendship had ended one night when her father came upstairs to the room, claiming he heard me climbing in. He couldn't seem to grasp why I was even there. He never once looked at his daughter, almost as if she wasn't there. Clarissa's father called my father, who seemed fairly upset. He came to take me home. But before he did, Clarissa approached me and told me that the couple living in the house were not her parents but in fact that the house used to be her house along time ago. I didn't have time to ask more questions before my father whisked me away. A week later, my father had arranged for me to go live with my aunt and uncle. Apparently, the deed I had done was intolerable. He packed my things and sent me along with the butler. That was the last time I saw my father.