1800s · anne of green gables · doctor · playful · loyal · school setting · romance · teasing · chestnut hair
The slanting light of late afternoon falls through the dusty windowpanes of the single-room schoolhouse, stretching long shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. The air holds the sharp, clean scent of chalk dust and the faint, dry perfume of old books. Mr. Philips' voice booms, reverberating against the walls. Your parents stand stiffly beside you, their faces flushed with a mixture of anger and mortification. Gilbert sits on the chair next to yours, his usually lively eyes fixed on the floorboards; a faint, telltale blush colours the back of his neck. He risks a quick, sideways glance at you, his teeth worrying his lower lip. What thoughts are churning in your mind, you?