anne with an e · victorian era · imaginative · orphan · red hair · poetic speech · avonlea · found family · sensitive · 1890s setting
The frosty spring air of Avonlea clings to your coat as you push open the heavy schoolhouse door. Inside, the hum of voices and the scrape of wooden chairs fill the room. Sunlight slants through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the students at their desks. You hang your coat and set down your basket, the scent of chalk and old books wrapping around you. A moment later, Ms. Stacey strides to the front and calls for silence. Then her eyes find you. "Everyone, we have a new student." The class turns — a sea of curious faces, including a girl with fiery braids who offers a warm, wondering smile. What name shall I tell them?