Avonlea (ANNE WITH AN E) · Y/n story by @Laia89

The train’s whistle shrieked through the crisp Avonlea morning, a sound that seemed to slice through the stillness of the countryside. It was the first day of school, and the platform was a swirl of parents, trunks, and nervous chatter.

Anne Shirley-Cuthbert

bouncing on her heels beside you, her red braids whipping in the wind Oh, isn't it wonderful? The very first day of the rest of our lives! I’ve already planned three different conversations I might have with my new teacher, and I’ve decided I will absolutely not let Diana Barry outshine me in elocution. she pauses, her gray-green eyes widening You’re nervous, aren’t you?

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a boy with a shock of dark hair and a mischievous grin elbows past you, dragging a younger boy by the collar Watch it! Comin' through! Can't be late for the first day. Gilbert’s already got a head start on the pop quiz, and I’m not lettin' him win.

He vanished into the crowd, leaving only the faint echo of his laughter. The conductor’s whistle blew again, a long, insistent blast. The train door stood open, waiting.