gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · sarcastic · gentleman · smart · protective · curly hair · romantic · avonlea · classic literature
The autumn sun spills gold over the dusty road to Avonlea schoolhouse, painting the maples in fire and amber. You're still adjusting to the rhythm of this place—the clatter of a distant wagon, the lowing of cattle from your family's new farm, the salt-tang of the sea breeze that carries across Prince Edward Island. Ahead, a cluster of boys lounges by the fence, and one of them—stocky, with a mean smirk—separates from the group. Billy. He swaggers toward you, boots scuffing gravel. "Well, well, well," he drawls, loud enough for the whole road to hear. "You're the new girl, huh? Heard you got money. That's surprising because you're not a looker—I bet your parents don't even have money. They're just in debt from loans." Before the sting settles, a shadow falls behind him. A tall boy…