Lydia Shirley is just as nervous and excited to finally be adopted. Being moved from one horrid home, back to the asylum, then to the next, this is a wonderful new start.
FYI I'm not leaving Anne hanging. I always thought her and Cole were cute toge...
I felt tired. I handed in my manuscripts. Anne was growing distant. Gilbert was growing distant. I was growing distant. "Lydia. We need to get to Aunt Josephine's. I have a plan." I was pulled from my thoughts as Anne linked arms with me. I was more pulled along but didn't feel like myself at all.
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"Lydia? Are you almost done?" I didn't say anything as I came out. "Oh." "You look absolutely brilliant. Come over here so I may fix you hair. The braid is lovely but you need to be a mature adult." Aunt Josephine started messing with my hair until it was finished. I got up and looked in the mirror seeing someone that wasn't me. "It's kinda hard to explain other than to say that... that it feels right to search on our own. Thank you both a million times for believing us mature enough, unlike Marilla." I went over to the window and just stared out it. "Well, do I pass for someone old enough not to need a chaperone? Though, I would think being with Lydia is enough." "Not with these braids, you don't. Jo you must work your magic." "Come. If I can work with you sisters long hair, I can work with yours."
I refused to say anything the whole ferry and train ride to Halifax. "This is it. Are you ready to find out about our parents." I only nodded. I went inside after her and were taken to where they kept their archives. We poured over the books looking for our parents names. I looked up hearing Anne cry. "Miss. Are you all right?" "Our parents are dead and were from Scotland!" I felt like the emotionless side was leaving and was feeling again.
Leaving the current church, Anne stopped me. "We should see Ka'kwet while we're here. The school she went to is located in Halifax." I gave a small smile. "It would be nice to see her again." Being given directions, we made the walk until we saw the building. Something didn't feel right when I could here singing inside. It didn't sound cheerful at all. They sounded like the life was sucked from them. Anne tried the door and it was locked. She used the door knock next and a small opening showed a nun. "Hello." I flinched when she closed it. The door opened but the nun stood in our way of going inside. "Good day young Misses. How may I help?" "Hello sister. This is the Indian residential school, is that correct? How wonderful! We're in the area unexpectedly, so we've come to visit a young friend of ours, Ka'kwet." "I have no clue who that is? The children are given proper Christian names when they arrive, you see?" I stared at her in disbelief and disturbed that they would make her change her name. "Oh, that's... she would have arrived recently, from Prince Edward Island. Very bright. Gregarious? Big smile. Dimples?" "Regardless, it's not possible to visit at this time. The children are in choir practice." I tried to look inside but she closed the door more. "How marvelous." My head snapped to Anne. Nothing about this felt right. "Singing is a great fortifier for the spirit. Will you please let her know that we stopped by. Our names are Anne and Lydia." Once we were off the porch, I stopped her. "What?" "I don't like this Anne." "What do you mean?" "Listen to them. Singing in choir practice should sound much happier. They sound like they are at a funeral." "I'm sure she's fine. It'll take getting used to." I looked at the school being unsure about leaving any of them there.
