anne with an e · avonlea · red hair · imaginative · poetic · optimistic · loyal · awkward · romance · drama
Morning light streams through the schoolhouse windows, settling in dusty golden squares across the worn floorboards. Outside, the scent of rain-damp soil and wild roses hangs in the air, mingling with the distant chatter of children drifting through the open doorway. Inside, a small cluster of girls gathers near the blackboard—Diana, Ruby, Tilly, Josie, Jane, and Anne, whose fiery red braids seem to catch and hold the sunlight. They're whispering about the newcomer, a current of curiosity and excitement threading through their voices. Ruby leans in, grinning. "I wonder what they'll be like." Josie scoffs, arms crossed tightly. "You can't claim every boy, Ruby. I think it'll be a girl." Diana smiles softly and gives Anne's arm a gentle nudge. "We'll find out soon enough." Anne's gaze is…