Anne awoke to the radiant September sun diffusing through her light linen curtains and dancing on the walls of her bright room. Before her ocean blue eyes had even opened, there was a smile of pure contentment spread across her face.
Anne was excited to start senior year back at Avonlea High. She had missed all her friends terribly, particularly her best friend Diana. With a smile on her face, she leapt out of bed and hopped in the shower, enthusing over choosing a perfect outfit. In the end, Anne opted for a delicate forest green top to compliment her hair, paired with some worn levis. She ran down the old wooden stairs of the classic farmhouse, the laces of her favourite converse still undone.
Although she did not live on a farm, the house used to be property of a farm called Green Gables. Anne thinks it is most romantical to call the house Green Gables, even to this day.
"Oh Marilla! Whatever this exquisite smell is, it is most enticing! Whatever are you whipping up on this fine morning? "
"Whatever has gotten into you, child? No use babbling, you will be late for school! It does smell rather good, doesn't it? It's the pancakes cooking. I thought you might want something special on your first day back." Marilla said, a motherly smile stretching across her rosy cheeks.
Every single day, Anne was shocked at Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert's thoughtfulness and kindness. When she first arrived, it had taken her a long time to gain confidence and accept the sibling's love. She had never been treated like this before but, eventually, Matthews kind heart and Marilla's motherly instincts coaxed Anne's passionate character out of her shell.
Anne went about, complimenting Marilla on her extraordinary cooking abilities and eating her breakfast, before giving Matthew a peck on the cheek and going upstairs to get ready.
She struggled with finding a perfect hairstyle for her long, fiery red tresses. Her go-to was always two braids down her back, but she felt she had grown out of them now. Giving up, she gave her hair a quick comb-through and let it cascade down her shoulders. Usually, she would have been self-conscious going out with her hair not tied up, but she was getting more comfortable with it, as her hair was becoming more auburn rather than orange as she matured.
Her hair was not the only thing that had matured over the few years of high school. Since her arrival at Avonlea, her small, scrawny frame had developed, her now tall frame adorned with faint feminine curves.
This year, was the first time since forever where Anne truly felt at peace with herself.
Before packing her bag and grabbing her keys, she brushed her long lashes with mascara and swiped her pink lips with some clear gloss.
3 Unread Messages from: Di 💙
I'm outside ur house
letssssss gooooooo
don't wanna be late do ya :)
Without responding to Diana's messages, Anne bolted down the stairs once more, opened the front door and ran towards the car.
Avonlea High, here I come
