Anne Of Avonlea High √

Oh and also, I hate you Gilbert Blythe!

"Anne! For goodness sake, You've been cooped up in your bed, and it's 10 in the morning already. Get up and have some breakfast. Me and Matthew have some business to attend to down in Charlottetown, and we aren't leaving you in here asleep unaware of everything going on around you." Marilla scolded Anne, while picking up a few clutters of clothing items on the floor, putting them in her hamper. Anne finally woke up with  terribly messy hair and a grumpy face.

"Up, now, ms. grumpy face. Breakfast is on the table downstairs. We'll be home by supper time , so you can get pizza for lunch, alright?"

Anne's face lit up at the mention of pizza. "Did you say pizza, for breakfast?" Anne joked.

"For lunch  , Anne." Marilla scolded. "Haha I know, just kidding, let me just wash up and I'll come down soon. Bye Marilla, safe travels to you and Matthew." Anne hugged her goodbye.

"Oh, money's on top of the table, Anne-and please don't burn the house down." Marilla said before smiling at Anne and heading downstairs and into their car. Anne waved Matthew and Marilla goodbye through her window as they went on the road.

Anne's eyes landed on something,  she averted her eyes as soon as she saw it.

The same lady last night, she was throwing her trash on the garbage bin outside their house. She was holding her back like throwing trash was such a hard thing to do. Psh. What the heck.

The lady looked up and saw Anne looking at her, she smiled sweetly and waved at her.

Anne gave her a combo of glare-eyeroll-and curtain closed greeting in return.

The lady was confused. That was not nice. Maybe she was shy. She thought. Because she couldn't actually see her glare and eye roll at her, just the closing windows part.

Back to Anne.

Anne washed up, washing away her thoughts as well. She opened her phone and connected it to her bluetooth speaker. That was one thing she loved about her phone.

Music. It's just ever so wondrous to listen to songs and it's captivating melodies and meaningful lyrics. She was playing her favorite song, singing along it.

Lady running down to the riptides, taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man.

Drumming her fingers on the stair's railing as she comes bouncing down. She ate the breakfast Marilla had prepared for her. The last bit of pancakes was devoured and the last drop of milk drank, and Anne cleared her dishes and washed them.

She took her phone and disconnected it from the bluetooth speaker. She goes out to their frontyard, to their cherry blossom tree where a hammock was tied from it and to another smaller cherry blossom tree. Anne used to call them the Snow Queen and the Snow Princess. Actually she still does. Some things never change.

She lay there by the shade of the trees with a book. She was re reading for the nth time. Jane Eyre. It was with no doubt her favorite book. And what's much better than to spend the afternoon reading a good book.

She was beginning to doze off, the warmth of the world enveloping her as she swings in her cozy hammock, slowly her eyes all droopy, she fell into a peaceful nap.

Anne woke up and it was dark already. She went inside the house, she haven't had lunch yet. But surprisingly she wasn't that hungry. It was past supper time, so Marilla and Matthew must be home then. But they didn't even bother waking her up.

Maybe they didn't see her there in the hammock.

Hmm oh well, she shrugs.

Upon entering their house it felt, livelier than ever, her nose wafts in a scrumptious smell. It was supper. Marilla was cooking supper already. She went into the kitchen, following the wonderful scent of a meal that was bound to be devoured.