A tale of young love between Everly Wilson and Gilbert Blythe.
Fourteen year old Everly moves to Avonlea, reuniting with her father after several years. Along her stay in Avonlea, Everly finds herself making friends and creating strong bonds. Howeve...
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The smell of burning wood filled everlys resting lungs. Unaware of what was going on, she slept peacefully in a deep slumber, dreaming of what could be.
A few minutes passed by and the air surrounding Everly thickened, waking the girl up with a coughing fit.
She coughed and every time she in haled, there was smoke in her lungs again, physically making it hard to breathe.
Everly sprung out of bed and adjusted her heavy eye lids, blinking several time to wake up and the pair focused on the grey smoke in her room. She fanned her hand in the air and used her sleeve to cover her nose and mouth before trying to open her bedroom door. In an instant Everly let out a groan, feeling the palm of her hand burn.
Flames spreaded along one of her bedroom walls and in that moment Everly knew...The house was on fire.
She needed to get out of there fast. But all the blonde girl could think about was her father. Was he okay? Was he outside? Was he safe and breathing in the cris air, she desperately needed? Oh how she hoped he was somewhere safe.
Everly clenched her hand to stop the pain, but it only made it worse and she gave up. Instead, the blonde girl used her gown to place over the metal nob and twist it open.
"Father!" She almost immediately yelled, "Father, where are you!"
But she heard all but flames.
The house creaked and the floor beneath her feet was turning sensitive, any moment everything would go collapsing, in to a pile of ashes.
A large flame caught on the cotton-made carpet that trailed down the hallway. The orange flame began to creep towards Everlys room and the girl slammed her door shut, regretting it in an instant because the pressure caused a gust of smoke to push up against her face.
She let out a dry cough and darted around the room, looking for an exit. But stopped when she couldn't make out any windows, due to the fog.
An orange cloud of smoke blurred Everlys vision and she felt her self grow drowsy. Her head was spinning from all the chemicals that she consumed every second she spent trapped in there.
Ultimately, the lack of clean air was getting the best out of her body and she fell to the floor.
Mr. Wilson pushed past Thomas Lynde who was guarding him and rushed to the latter that was near Gilbert. He watched the young boy trying to open up a window with a tool.
