A/N: this is my first imagine, hope you like it.
your pov:
I woke up this morning more tired as usual. I awoke to the sound of my father doing work in the yard. I heard the sound of buckets clanging together as he carried the milk to the house. It was the first day at my new school, I just moved to Avonlea to England. I was positively terrified of a new school. At an early age I had already been sent to finishing school. I was a proper young lady, which is what my parents expect from me. I just want to receive an education and be able to have a good career as an adult.
While thinking all of these things over, I hadn't realized how much time it had taken me until I heard my mother calling my name.
"Coming mother!" I exclaimed, sitting up in my room.
My warm feet touched the cold of the wood floor, it had sent a chill sending through my body. I slid my feet into my slippers, my feet desiring the warmth they would provide. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning, mother." I said, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Good morning, (y/n). How did you sleep last night?" She inquired, placing the eggs and toast in front of me.
"Just fine actually, though I had a lot on my mind about today." I said, before beginning my breakfast.
She was rambling on about the town gossip, but I was too worried and excited about today. The moment I finished my breakfast, I thanked my mother and ran upstairs to my room. I opened the closet door and stood there for a moment. What I wore on my first day was extremely important, at least I thought it was. I knew how cruel girls could be, and I wanted to look my best. For first impressions at least.
I stared and stared for what felt like hours, until I saw the powder blue dress in the middle of my closet. It seemed to say something to me, like it was asking me to wear it. I unfolded the dress and took off my pajamas. I slipped the dress on and smoothed it out. It felt perfect for the occasion. Putting my black boots on, I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. I felt confident in the way I looked with my hair sporting two French braids.
I practically skipped out of my room, the excitement kicking in. I went down the stairs, giving a spin at the bottom so my mother could see the completed look. She just smiled and went back to her cooking. I grabbed my books off the bench, slipped on my coat and hat, waved to my mother, and marched out the front door.
I was walking in the woods on my way to the school. I didn't exactly know where I was going, the man gave me directions that I could not quite follow. As I was making my way down the path that I thought was the right way, I heard a twig snap behind me. I jumped, thinking it was an animal that may be dangerous. I slowly turned around to see a boy a few feet behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks as I waited for him to catch up to me. When he knew I was waiting for him, he stopped to face me.
"Lost?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, I am not quite sure." I replied, my accent catching his attention.
"That accent isn't from around here. Where are you from?" He questioned politely.
"England, actually." I answered, blushing a bit.
"My father has been to England, he says its lovely." The boy remarked.
"Oh it is. I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name." I suggested, hoping he and I could be friends.
"Well that's because I didn't throw it to you." He joked, a smirk plastered on his face.
I suppressed a laugh. It felt nice to laugh with someone my age. Since I had left England it had really just been me and my parents.
"Well, my name is (y/n)." I spoke up confidently, putting my hand out for him to shake.
"That's a beautiful name. I'm Gilbert. Gilbert Blythe." He said, reaching for my hand and kissing the top of it.
I could feel myself blushing madly. He had a pink tint to his cheeks as well.
"So, do you have any idea where you're going?" He asked, chuckling a bit.
"Not particularly. Would you walk me there?" I asked shyly.
"Of course, anytime you want." Gilbert said smoothly, not letting go of my hand.
I knew that this boy was either trouble, or this was the start of something beautiful.
