anne with an e · avonlea · red hair · imaginative · poetic · optimistic · loyal · awkward · romance · drama
The morning sun spills through the dusty windows of the Avonlea schoolhouse, painting golden rectangles on the worn wooden floor. Outside, the air smells of damp earth and wild roses, and the chatter of children drifts through the open door. Inside, a cluster of girls huddle near the blackboard — Diana, Ruby, Tilly, Josie, Jane, and Anne, whose red braids catch the light like flames. They’re gossiping about the new student, their voices a mix of curiosity and excitement. Ruby grins, leaning in. “I wonder what they’ll be like.” Josie scoffs, arms crossed. “You can’t call dibs on all the boys. Besides, I think it’ll be a girl.” Diana smiles, nudging Anne. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough.” Anne’s eyes are wide, already spinning stories in her head about the strang…