While watching Anne with an E, I often wondered what things would be like from Gilbert's PoV. This short story is focused on that.
Also, I couldn't help sneaking in a scene from the original movie into storyline of the modern AWAE adaption.
Charact...
I whirled to face the front of the room, and searched for her face in the group of girls while stepping around Charlie.
"Anne!"
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Her eyes went wide. "Gilbert. . . You're back." She stuttered.
She stared at me with a horrified expression, and immediately turned and ran to her desk. Diana gave me an understanding smile, and followed Anne.
Since class was starting soon, I decided to take my seat. From there, I stole glance at Anne from behind my book. Was she really that unhappy to see me? What was wrong?
Before I left to travel on the ship, I saw her in Charlottetown. We had called a truce. What about our letters? Had I said something wrong?
Then I realized. Anne's braids were gone. Her hair had been cut short, shorter than mine even.
What happened! Had she been hurt while I was away? If Billy had anything to do with it...
I didn't have much more time to think about it, though Mr. Phillips was late, as usual. He sauntered to the front, sat down, and propped his feet up on the desk.
He was worse than I had recalled.
Looking around the classroom, he noticed Anne hunched at her desk. "Who's the new boy?" he remarked sarcastically.
My blood surged. I jumped from my seat. "Don't say that about her!" I shouted angrily.
Mr. Phillips jerked. "Well, good Master Blythe, so pleasant of you to join us again." But to my surprise, that was all he said before opening a book.
I leaned to Charlie. "What are we supposed to be doing?" I asked.
"Read our lessons." He said sullenly, waving his hand at his book, "He doesn't really teach now."
"No talking."
All morning, I had trouble concentrating on the lesson. Anne kept her eyes straight ahead, and sat next to Diana in stony silence. Occasionally, she cast a sympathetic glance at Anne, and me, when she caught me looking. I hoped that she would explain what had happened.
Diana stayed with Anne during lunch. I wished I could talk to her. But I knew better than to try that now.
The afternoon lesson dragged on. Reading through the lessons was a tiresome task, and he made me furious when he continuously ridiculed Anne's closely cropped hair. What a cad.
I didn't get to talk to Anne after school either. She rushed off as soon as we were dismissed, while I was held back by Moody, Charlie, and the other guys outside. Usually, I would have enjoyed telling them about my travels, but I was to distracted to focus on the stories.
