⊹₊ ⋆𝓖𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽 𝓑𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓮 ⋆ ₊⊹¹

You were new in Avonlea. You had moved to a large estate, a country house, called "Green Gables".

However, you weren't wealthy, so making friends was difficult. Especially in this very traditional and prestigious society of the 1890s.

The school was small, but you had at least twenty-five new classmates. Diana was one of them. She accepted you without any problems, becoming your friend. She introduced you to other girls, and Ruby was one of them.

The only thing they'd told you was that Gilbert Blythe belonged to Ruby. Or so they said, since she'd liked him for three years.

You clearly accepted it; you didn't even know that boy yet, and you weren't looking for one, just female friends.

Or so you thought.

•°☆°•★•°☆°•

Things were going wonderfully. You had become very good friends with Ruby, Diana, Josie, and Jane, your academic performance had improved in line with everyone else's, and things at home had returned to a comfortable normal.

Until he came along. Gilbert Blythe.

The boy was talking to you. He was getting closer. And obviously Ruby was very upset about it.

You tried to avoid it as much as possible. In fact, completely. You ignored it.

-"Miss."

He called, following you along the path to the school.

"Miss! What's your name?" you continued walking. You could hear him quickening his pace behind you to catch up. "Are you new here? Do you need help getting here?"

—"Go away. I shouldn't talk to him" — you replied, hurrying.

He smiled, confused but amused.

—"But... isn't that exactly what you're doing now, miss?"