Anne Of Avonlea High √

ANNE LANGUAGE!

Anne's walk home was peaceful, the trees were dancing in the wind, as she looked up at them craning her neck up. She was walking alone because Diana's mom wanted her to be home, as Anne had detention after class.

Oh detention was the worst, apparently Billy the bully also got detention, and he wouldn't stop teasing her while Mr. Phillips was looking away or dozing off. She dreaded those sixty minutes of her life, as she tried to ignore the bully in the room with her.

But now Anne was happily skidding on her path through the forest back home to Green Gables.

"Oh how I wish, my awful red hair could be like the trees." She sighs, looking at every trees imagining it to be hers, but she stops a little when she come upon a tree, with no leaves.

"Nevermind." She says and whisks ahead to Green Gables.

She reaches the porch and was aboit to open the door but the door opened and it spat out a very upset looking Marilla.

"Evening Anne, I believe you are home late today, mind if you explain to me child?" Marilla met her at the front door with her hands on her hips.

"Marilla, you would not believe the day I've had!" Anne says making her way under Marilla's arms and into the house taking of her boots and putting her stuff away.

"Well, Anne how was your first day?" Matthew asked coming in from the barn because he saw Anne was finally back home from school.

"Oh Matthew it was drastic!" She dramatically exclaimed clutching her heart with one hand and the other on her forehead.

And soon enough she was telling an animated story of how her day went by.

"And that was why I am home late." She smiled sheepishly, not knowing what to say afterwards.

"Well, now that was such a first day, I tell ya-" Matthew began but was cut off by Marilla.

"That was not a way to behave Anne, you cannot go around punching people-"

"-No I only punched Gilbert you see-" Anne tried to explain.

"Gilbert, as in Gilbert Blythe?" Marilla exclaimed.

"Uhh yes, how do you know him-wait did you just say, Gilbert BLYTHE? As in Gilbert fucking Blythe?"

"ANNE LANGUAGE!"

"Sorry Marilla, but seriously, as in Mr. John Blythe, the principal's-"

"Son, John Blythe's son, Anne."

Anne was trying to get everything sink into her brain, Gilbert fucking Blythe. Surely it wasn't a big deal that she punched the principal's son, now was it? Mr. John seemed nice, unlike his son.

"Anne go to your room please, and think about your behaviour." Marilla scolded her, she had memories of John in the back of her mind, she fought away the tears as she turned around from Anne, heading to the kitchen.

"I- uh barn." Matthew stammered scurrying off to the barn.

Anne groaned running up the stairs and plopping herself on her bed. She was so tired from all that happened in just one day. She fell asleep in a mess.

(This is just a filler chapter for the day <3 Luv Lots 🖤)