Baker - G. BLYTHE

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-ˋˏ *.·:·. [TWO WEEKS LATER] .·:·.* ˎˊ-

THE RARITY OF NORMALITY IN AVONLEA RETURNED IN THE EARLY SPRING MONTHS. Charlotte's days were filled with school, working in the bakery, baking cakes and pastries, talking with Cole in the story hut as he sculpted, running through the fields with her friends and spending an awfully large amount of time with Gilbert and Bash. Charlotte was happy with this normality, keeping a routine did wonders for her and she found herself to be happier than during winter. She had begun to worry that this was all temporary, that something would happen to disrupt her happiness but it didn't do her any good to dwell on the matter so she didn't. Instead, she chose to live the blissful, humorous days of her youth. It was never boring in Avonlea.

The schoolhouse however was an exception to this boredom. There was the excitement over Mr Phillips and Prissy Andrews becoming engaged looming over everyone's heads but the delivery of the lessons never changed. Mr Phillips maintained his monotone delivery, horrid attitude and general lack of love for his job. It made learning in the schoolhouse boring and difficult, as the information never seemed to stay in her head for very long. The lessons with GIlbert however were always fun, he would work on becoming a doctor (usually having his nose in an old dusty book) and she would go over schoolwork as Bash tried and failed to get their attention. She loved those days entirely, just going over to theirs and spending the entire day in their presence usually laughing about something. 

Today's lessons were as boring as the blurred ones that came before it, Mr Phillips giving mathematical problems and every one half-heartedly working them out on their chalkboards. Charlotte, with very little sleep the night before, felt her eyelids drop as her chalk scratched against the dark surface. She was just about getting ready to pass out completely when the door to the schoolhouse burst open, she turned to see none other than Sebastian standing in the doorway with something pressed against his cheek. 

"Sebastian? What are you doing here you look terrible," Gilbert exclaimed with as much shock as Charlotte felt, she certainly wasn't tired anymore. He stood and quickly rushed over to Bash, who looked as if he might fall at any given moment, he gestured for Charlotte to come with him as it looked as if Bash could need all the help he could get. 

"You're not welcome here, he tried to kill me at the Christmas Pantomime," Billy Andrews spoke loudly as he shot daggers at Bash with his eyes. Charlotte placed down her chalk and carefully got out from under the bench, everyone would have been watching her so falling over was certainly not an option.

"You're more of a threat than he is," she paused, dropping her voice to a whisper when she reached his desk. "Or I might be if you carry on." The look on his face was one that she would laugh at forever. Pure outrage, which knotted his features in a rather funny way. She approached Gilbert and Bash who were both sitting in the cloakroom, catching very little of their previous conversation. 

"I didn't think you'd want to go there," Gilbert whispered to Bash as she sat down next to him, Charlotte quickly noticed that this must be an awfully serious conversation because she had never seen Bash with an expression like this one. It looked as if no amount of reasoning would change his mind about going to the Bog. Gilbert lent forward and touched the back of his hand against Sebastian's forehead. He sighed,  "You have a fever Bash." It all fit together in her head after that, Sebastian had contracted an infection from the tooth he pulled out and he wanted to go to the doctor in the Bog, which would most likely make the infection worse not fix it. 

"No doctors round here for me that's what the man said," Bash groaned, gritting his teeth both from pain and anger. 

"Unbelievable," both Gilbert and Charlotte muttered, they were completely outraged by the treatment of their friend. No one deserved to be treated like that just because of the colour of their skin.