< Sweet dreamer > is about a 14 year old girl, named Briar Rose Harrington, who moves too Avonea with her very posh and wealthy family. But what happens when she meets the sweet and charming boy, Gilbert Blythe. "Does he like her?" "What would...
The wind is whistling outside, blowing the small ice crystals every where. The winter here in Avonlea is crucial. I thought that the weather here would be much better, then back in Brighton, but I was proven wrong.
My family and I have traveled far and wide, to retrieve the land off my great great grandfather. He died some years ago, leaving his farm, mansion, and fields for my father. My mum thought it would be a great idea, for our family to move to Avonlea, since she wanted to experience some more, than to just wander around the four corners off Brighton.
My family consist of me, my little brother, my father, and my mum. Back in Brighton, we were a well known family. Everyone knew us, mainly because we were very posh. My father inherited a fortune from his parents, when they died. And my dad was a banker back in Brighton, so we live a very posh and luxurious life.
We arrived here in Avonlea an hour ago. Tomorrow I'll attend the local school. I really hope people wont judge me, that's what my prayers will be tonight, I'll pray that people won't judge me because of my wealth, and that I will make some friends.
"Briar Rose Harrington!" I hear my mum shout from the kitchen. I rush down the stairs and into the kitchen, careful not to run, because my mum doesn't think it's lady like for girls to run.
"Anything wrong mum?" I say politely, standing up with a straight back, my hands placed on my stomach gracefully, and my chin raised upwards.
"I told you many times to fold your dresses, before packing them down into your suitcases. They are all curled now, what will people think of you, when you show up to school with a curled dress." My mum hisses at me, with her thick british accent. I have over forty dresses, and packing them took me a whole day, so it wasn't my fault that they got all curled up in my suitcases. I know what happens when I talk back at her, so I just ignore her dishonorable crude remark.
"Pardon me. It wasn't my intend to make a clutter." I speak, with a calming and polite voice, so she won't get furious.
"Well, well. Have you picked out your dress and ribbon for tomorrow?" She asks, there's still a slight hiss to her voice.
"I haven't actually, bless you for reminding me." She gives me a reassuring nod, and I just smile.
"Well your father and I have bought you a new dress, and a new ribbon for tomorrow. Sometimes we have to spoil or children." It's not only sometimes, they do it all the time. I like all of my dresses, but I just think that one girl doesn't need that many.
"Oh thank you mum." I say, as I'm putting my cheek to hers, making a small sound off a peck.
As I'm walking into my new room, I see the white box on my bed. I already have plenty of those, but I love to store my dresses in them. The box is linned with light pink tissue paper, and a small card with the dress shops name.
I unfold the tissue paper gracefully, like I was handiling glass. As the tissue paper is removed the color of the dress is shown. It's a beautiful raven blue color, with many small details. I don't actually have a dress this color.
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