New Girl

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It was your first day in avonlea. it was spring and outside everything was colorful. all the flowers and blossoms made you feel happy but it wasn't like home. you don't know if that's a good thing or not you loved your home in Toronto but you hated the people there. all the bullying made you miserable and it was the main reason you moved here, but you did miss your old house, your true home. 

you groaned as you got out of bed. you were starting school today. you told yourself that you wouldn't bring to much attention to yourself and that you would only talk when spoken to. you were scared you'd say something stupid and get bullied again. you slowly got out of bed and put on one of your finest dresses. you tied your hair in a ribbon and went downstairs for breakfast. you quickly made yourself toast and you set down at the kitchen table with a book. you love reading. you do it all the time.  

"Oh honey put that book away" your mother walks into the kitchen. she looks a little stressed. you close your book and turn to your mother. "are you okay mom? you seem stressed" "I'm fine honey. but today is your first day. please just try to make friends." she says and she smiles softly. "I'll be nice to everyone but I don't need friends. they disappoint me" you say chuckling. "please just be polite" your mother now has a small frown on her face. "of course mother! whenever am I not polite?" you say smirking. "oh I could name a few times but you would be late for school" she chuckles. you laugh and put your empty plate in the sink. "I'll be fine mom there's no need to worry" you smile. "alright. you should get going now" she says smiling back.
"bye!" you yell walking out the kitchen. you put on your coat and walk out closing the door behind you. 

you try to remember how to get to the school but you're a little confused. you're now in the middle of the woods near a flower field. you walk on and see a boy walking in your direction.

I guess I'll have to talk then.

"hello miss" he says when you walk up to him. "hello" you smile politely. "are you going to the school house?" you ask with a hopeful expression. "yes I am" he chuckles. "mind if I walk with you, I seem to be lost" you let out a nervous chuckle. "not at all" he smiles. "I'm Y/n L/n" you say sticking out your hand. "Gilbert Blythe" he says shaking your hand gently. his hands feel very warm and soft. you feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you follow him to the school house. "Did you just move here?" he asks. "we arrived yesterday" you give him a small smile. "how do you like it here?" he asks returning the smile. "it's alright but it's different" you chuckle. "well I hope you feel at home here soon." he smiles and you smile back. you approach the school and Gilbert walks in front of you to open the door for you. "thank you" you say. as you you take of your coat. you quickly sit down in a seat and open your book. "that seat is taken" you turn around and see two blonde girls standing in front of you. you quickly close your book and stand up. "I'm sorry I didn't know" you give them a small smile. the smallest girl smiles back. "I'm Ruby Gillis and this is Josie Pye" she says.

is she... crying?

"I'm Y/n L/n" you hated introducing yourself. you looked at the girl who now definitely was crying. "are you alright?" you ask with a small frown. "No she is not! thanks to you!" the other girl almost screamd in your face. "I'm sorry but what did I do?" you ask confused. "You can't talk to Gilbert Blythe. Ruby has liked him for years. she has dibs" you frown.

you cant call dibs on a person, that's ridiculous.
that's just great the girls here are
crazy. even more reason to stay away from them.

you think about what your mother said about being polite. "I'm sorry I didn't know. I won't try anything I promise" you give a small smile.
"just stay away or you'll regret it" Josie says and she walks off. you decide to just stand against the wall until everybody has taken their seats so you don't have to experience anything like that again.

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