in which a fiery red-headed girl and a charming hazel-eyed boy are madly, head over heels in love but have no idea yet.
.?.:*☆ modern shirbert au
credit to characters goes to L . M. Montgomery ; based on " anne with an e "
started on august 30...
hi! you might want to re-read chapter 15 'ice princess' first if u haven't read it in a while as it was posted a little bit ago & there are some links in this chapter :) enjoy xxxx
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chapter thirty one ; the inevitable breath
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I flinched as the sharp tone of the school bell rang, dropping the pen I had been twirling subconsciously around my fingers at the sudden noise.
Chairs around me began to scratch against the floor as desperate students stood from their desks, eager to get to lunch. A lively chatter rose among the racket but I remained quiet, my lips glued firmly shut as I slowly began to pack up my things.
"Okay everyone, don't forget to leave your essays on my desk!" Miss Stacey reminded the class over the disordered noise, adding a new sound of bags unzipping and paper shuffling to the chaos as students retrieved their homework.
A small voice in the back of my mind told me that I should copy them and get my own essay from my bag, but then I remembered that I didn't have an essay to give in. The old Anne would have spent hours pouring over her homework and going far beyond the limits of Miss Stacey's expectations, mortified at the very idea of showing up to a lesson empty handed. However, not even a shred of panic seemed to make its way into my brain as I began to walk calmly out of the classroom, eyes on the floor.
"Anne! Wait a second!" I heard Miss Stacey call after me, her voice bobbing over the heads of the gaggle of students around her brandishing essays.
I exhaled, turning reluctantly on my heel as I watched my classmates awkwardly walk past me, each one relentlessly avoiding my eyes. My sudden change in behaviour since school started again was apparently so shocking that most people weren't sure how to act around me- no one bothered to talk to me during lessons, knowing that I probably wouldn't be paying enough attention to hear them, and even a brief moment of eye contact with my dull irises seemed to shake them up enough to speed past me without a second thought.
Once the room had finally cleared, I made my way over to Miss Stacey's desk at the front of the room, trying my best to look interested. A part of me deep down was yelling to make an effort with my favourite teacher, but my brain wasn't properly connecting the signals, resulting in me retaining my blank, unimpressed expression.
"Anne, do you have your essay for me?" Miss Stacey asked with a hopeful smile that didn't quite meet her eyes, revealing her worry as she gazed down at me.
"No," I mumbled simply, unable to form enough thoughts to come up with an excuse.
Her lips tilted down slightly in disappointment, "this is the third time you haven't handed me in an essay, Anne, and we haven't even finished the semester!"
