Heart Attack ? Shirbert

'Picturing a future,

then tossing it out the window'

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The next few days were full of every Avonlea student preparing to leave for college. That meant packing, goodbyes, and a bit of panic.

At first, Anne felt incredibly lonely and couldn't help but wish for Matthew and Marilla. Sure, she'd be preparing to leave them. But at least someone would be helping her make sure she had everything she needed. At this point, she was just packing away her belongings and some of what Marilla had she assumed would be useful.

That's when Rachel Lynde busted through her door.

"Anne!"

Anne clamored down the stairs, half dressed, with her hair in messy braids from packing.

"Yes?"

"Oh dear child," Rachel put her hand on her chest, "you do need my help."

Anne raised her eyebrows, "For once, I agree with you."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Please help me pack." Anne grabbed Rachel's arm and yanked her up to her room.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Rachel was panting, "Please Anne, I'm still in a corset. Which you should be too."

Anne froze, "A corset? Why would I have a corset?"

Rachel put her hands on her hips, "I see we need to go to Charlottetown."

"Charlottetown?"

"You'll need a few more dresses too, if you still only have those few Marilla made for you." Rachel began pacing.

"Dresses?" Anne grew a bit of excitement among the overwhelmed confusion.

"You have all that money right? From the sales and Marilla's passing?"

Anne's heart hurt. It saddened her to think of Marilla's death as a transaction to buy dresses of all things. What would she think of that?

Rachel finally looked over at Anne to see her pained look, "I'm sorry."

An apology from Rachel Lynde shook Anne out of her misery, "You're sorry?"

"I didn't mean to make light of your mother's passing. She would be happy your future is taken care of." Rachel patted Anne's shoulder.

Anne closed her eyes and sighed, "I know."

"And she'd be happy to know I'm here to guide you!" Rachel walked over to the trunk and opened it.

Her mouth gaped, "My, my, we have much work to do."

Anne rolled her eyes tiredly, but deep down felt grateful, "Okay."

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Gilbert wasn't lonely, but his entire home was in a state of disarray.

He didn't have too much to pack, and Toronto was large enough he could get whatever he needed upon arrival if he missed something. His wardrobe was also much easier to pack than that of a woman's.

The chaos rose from the people around him watching his every move as he packed.

Bash fell into a pit of whininess.

"You're going to leave me all alone with two women? You know what that's going to do to me when Delly gets older? It'll drive me crazy, Blythe!" He trailed Gilbert as he attempted to pack.

"This was always the plan, Bash."

Gilbert heaved his chest onto his bed and started packing away some of his books, clothes, and miscellaneous possessions.