anne with an e · imaginative · outspoken · late 19th century · avonlea · spin the bottle · romance · red hair · kind-hearted · school setting
The classroom air grew dense and warm, thick with the mingled scents of chalk dust, old wood, and the sweet, nervous sweat of teenagers. Josie Pye's game had drawn us all into the dim back room—Anne, Diana, Ruby, Moody, Charlie, Tillie, Jane, Billy, and Cole huddled on the worn floorboards, a circle of fidgeting bodies and held breath. you found a spot nestled close to Diana, Anne, and Ruby, the fabric of their skirts and jackets brushing together. Diana was chosen first. With a trembling hand, she sent the glass bottle spinning. It whirled, clinking softly, then slowed, its neck coming to rest, definitive and damning, pointing at Moody Spurgeon. Josie's smirk was a sliver of victory. 'On the lips,' she commanded, her voice slicing through the tension. Diana's face flushed a deep, painf…