Strings of the Heart (Gilbert Blythe)

The Start of a Melody

First day of school. 

Now that is a completely rulely plan, but one that played fiddle with the strings of my nerves. I had been preping for this day since my mother told me we were moving all the way to Canada, and not just to the other side of the country. As planned, I wore a stunning dress, a pale green with white accents and a matching hat. The seamstress in Germany had it made exclusively for me, she was a lovely old lady.

Hard to find pleasant people these days.

I had my brown hair tied up into a glorious bun, letting my hat sit softly on my head. Some strands lay in front of my face, but they seemed to make it look more put together rather than the presumable messy regard.

A silver necklace was hung in front of my eyes as I looked into the mirror, and I smiled softly at the reflection of my mother.

"Wear it, it'll look lovely on you. Hübsch." A smile flooded over my face. Although I was scared of it becoming the bane of my existence, German was so engraved into my soul that hearing it made me smile. I missed that already.

"Pretty is an understatement, Mutter," I say in response as she moves my hair and clasps it at the back of my neck.

She sends me a look before turning me around to look at her, fixing small things about my appearance while speaking. "Have fun, take care of Adam, don't forget to pick him up after he's done. I love you, Haydn"

"Love you too Mom"

She looked me dead in the eyes, holding my shoulders, "Be kind, Miss Rand"

I would try, I promise god that. 

The walk there was calm, absent of my bother's usual conversation even if he walked alongside me on the path. Therefore, I got to enjoy more of the country than when we first arrived. Smelling the crisp fall air, feeling the gentle breeze and the morning sun on my face, hearing the crunch of leaves beneath my shoes. A settling experience, some to cool my nerves above all else.

As we walked, we made very little conversation before arriving to his school. Allowing me to take a few minutes to myself as I walked the rest of the way to my own schoolhouse. 

There were quite a few people there, hugging and saying hello. My Mother made sure to move before school started, the final summer week allowing us to settle into our home and have a little time to explore the town without the worry of school. So not only was I starting my first day, but so was everyone else. Although the contrast was I didn't know anyone.

I noticed I'd caught the girls' eyes as I walked up to the building, hearing the quick conversations. Rolling my eyes, I walked straight in. I had no other affairs to wait for and certainly didn't want to keep listening to the silent glares, which spoke more than words.

When I got in, I noticed the similarities to my other school, just the constrasting pieces being older. I placed my hat and lunch in the first section of the room before entering the next and approaching a seat in the middle of what seemed to be the girl's seating area due to two lingering nearby.

As I took a seat, one of the girls approached. Her hair compared to that of the trees outside, both bright auburn and tucked into perfect braids, while she wore but a brown dress, she still looked wonderous. Behind her followed another, but the first's words caught my attention before I could properly examine the other girl.

"Hello! My name is Anne, Ann with an e. Might I say your dress is exquisite! It looks like it was made for your figure. Are you a part of the new family in town? I've heard you are from foreign ends."