Chivalrous- A shirbert sTorY

-Chapter 7-

"Have a nice weekend class and I'll see you bright and early on Monday morning!" Ms Stacy exclaimed as the cluttering of the students packing up their things echoed through the classroom.

"I wonder what book I should read this weekend... or what tree I should climb this time." Anne smiled in thought as her and Diana began walking towards the cloakroom.

"Tree climbing?" Josie interrupted.
That's not very ladylike. I prefer to spend my time cooking and sewing for practice when I-"

"Go into service as a maid? Don't maids do that stuff?" Anne facaded innocence as Josie glared at her.

"No. For when I become a wife, although I doubt you will ever get that pleasure since you are so...unique." She looked Anne up and down, her eyes dragging in boredom.

"So I suppose you can go right ahead and continue to climb trees as you surely don't have anyone to impress." Josie giggled as she barged past Anne and into the cloakroom.

"Anne don't listen to her, you'll be a wife someday, don't you worry." Diana patted Annes arm reassuringly.

"You can be sure Diana, I will never listen to a word that comes out of Josie Pyes mouth as most of the time it's utter poppycock." Anne smiles weakly at Diana as Josies torments whirled around her head.

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"Bye Anne!" Diana waved as she galavanted out of the cloakroom leaving Anne alone. Anne sighed as she pulled on her coat.

"A wife. How does one know whether one will become one? Is it obvious to tell from a young age the loving capabilities people have? Is it possibly to predict people's future romance by studying how they spend their times? How does Josie Pye know I'll never get married? I'll admit I've never really imagined myself as someone to get married but why shouldn't I be capable? Is something that wrong with me that I'll never find love? I normally relent against listening to Josie Pyes relentless torments but then topic of romance I feel has struck something inside of me that certainly isn't romantical in anyway. Fear maybe? What if I never become a wife and I die alone? It would be nothing like Marilla because she has dear Matthew with her. I have no one. If I don't become wife material then I'll be forever alone. Josie Pye was right...I need to stop being so unladylike."

"Josie Pye is never right." A warm voice snapped Anne out of her thoughts that she was busy speaking aloud.

Anne spun around to be greeted by Gilbert Blythe, he was smiling in amusement at her as he shrugged on his coat.

"It's rude to eavesdrop Blythe." Anne scolded.

"Well it was hard not too as you were speaking quite loudly to be frank." Gilbert grin grew as Anne sighed in defeat and continued packing up.

"What were you talking about?" Gilbert asked, his face becoming a mix of concern and intrigue.

Anne froze. She wasn't sure she wanted to tell Gilbert about her current inner debacle.

"Uhm nothing." Anne lied.

Gilbert knew she wasn't telling the truth. He walked up to the girl and spun her around to face him.

Annes body sparked at the touch of his hands on her arms and she felt her cheeks flush at their close proximity.

"Tell me Anne-girl." He stared deeply into her deep blue eyes.