anne with an e · victorian era · imaginative · orphan · red hair · poetic speech · avonlea · found family · sensitive · 1890s setting
The frost-laced spring air of Avonlea clings to your coat as you push open the heavy oak door of the schoolhouse. Inside, a low hum of voices mingles with the scrape of wooden chairs across the plank floor. Sunlight slants through the tall, dust-specked windows, painting bright stripes across the students bent over their desks. You hang your coat on a peg and set down your lunch basket, the familiar scents of chalk and old books wrapping around you. A moment later, Ms. Stacey strides to the front and calls for silence with a firm clap. Then her gaze lands on you. "Everyone, we have a new student." The entire class turns — a sea of curious, assessing faces, including a girl with fiery red braids who offers you a warm, wondering smile. What name shall I tell them?