Possibility (Gilbert Blythe)

Chapter six

"Miss Cuthbert!" I screamed with full lounges as I opened the door. I would much rather have her deal with an unexpected guest, than me, however, she did not answer. My heart was raising, and I grew unnecessary anxious, but the thought of last night's conversation left me frightened about what she might want to say to me. I sighed and found the kettle, trying to focus on just bringing another guest into the house. If I left my emotions out of the scenery and returned to my facade perhaps it would go just fine.

I filled it with water and placed it over the hot stove. Rachel was not my favorite person in the world. She had made it perfectly clear she did not want me here. Most likely, it is because I am an orphan, but on top of that, I did not come from this part of the world either. You understand right reader, that many reckoned individuals from England to be of utter excellence, with the finest of manners, but orphaned as I am I was not placed with the exquisite in Rachel's eyes, rather the street rats.

Rachel suddenly knocked on the door and found herself walking straight in. When she saw me, she looked at me for longer than necessary, but greeted me anyways. She looked rather exhausted like she was in some sort of hurry. "I've put the kettle on. Come on in" I told her and she stepped quickly in without a word. It left me shocked she that quiet, but when Miss Cuthbert arrived from upstairs, she sighed loudly.

"Good day Rachel" She greeted as Rachel sat down at the dining table. I regained my position by the kitchen bench and found my coffee still there, taking another sip of the medium warm coffee. Rachel glared over the four plates that laid on the table and spoke her mind: "I don't want to interrupt if you're expecting company"

Miss Cuthbert took the kettle off the oven and poured Rachel some tea. "Oh, we've got plenty of time. Matthew won't be back for several hours" Miss Cuthbert told. It had been an unexpected turn, how fast everything was changing, and it had left me utmost anxious, but excited. Another child at the farm would benefit me as well, I could have someone my age perhaps to share dreams and hopes with.

"I took quite a fright when I saw Matthew starting off today," Rachel told bringing her lips to the cup.

"I can imagine" I stated in a tone filled with irony as I sipped my coffee.

"Well, I couldn't imagine what might cause him to leave his crop with, her" She stopped and looked at me with an awful look, returning her mislike for me. It stung, but I would not ever get anywhere near Rachel at all, so it was not worth trying. We were two different people that collided. Besides, I had no respect for her.

"I was fearful he'd gone to call for the doctor" Rachel continued her anxious ramble and looked at miss Cuthbert.

"Oh I'm quite well" Miss Cuthbert reassured and sat down at the table.

"Oh! What a relief, of course now that I have the time to think, it wouldn't make sense for Matthew to take the time to put on his best set of clothes had there been an emergency" Rachel explained.

"No, it wouldn't" Said Miss Cuthbert. "No indeed" I stated the obvious.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Marilla!" Rachel suddenly busted out for an answer. I needed to cover my face with the coffee cup, to not laugh at her dying curiosity. She was practically on the end of the stool, jumping up and down with anticipation.

"Matthew's gone to the train station at Bright River" Miss Cuthbert gave Rachel the long-waited answer when she suddenly glared at me with a hideous smile.

"Ah, well, well Bright River. He's fetching the hired hand today. Looks like there won't be much for you here" Rachel stated ugly and smirked. I was about to spit a snarky comment in my defense this time, but Miss Cuthbert interrupted me. To my surprise I was neither angry nor frustrated, my mind was clear, and my voice would be heard, but I did not want to vex Miss Cuthbert.