This is a story based on Character's created by Lucy Maud Montgomery and altered somewhat by me! The major difference is that I have aged Anne, a year and three-quarters older than Gilbert, so that Anne will be the Avonlea's students,we all know and love, teacher. They will have Miss Shirley instead of Miss Stacey during this time frame, Anne fans are familiar with.
This idea came about in a story of mine where Anne imagined herself as Gilbert's teacher and how she would have had to break her own rules of discipline to keep mischievous, Gilbert on the right path. Gilbert in turn, decided to have some fun with the idea by imagining himself in Prissy Andrews shoes, trying to win over his adorable teacher, Miss Shirley. I decided why not? It sounded wicked and funny, so here is the beginning. I will post about once a week, don't bug me, well you can but I am writing two other stories so it probably won't help me post faster.. I just hope some of you find it funny.
Now for those of you who hate anything that deviates from Lucy's original ideas, you probably won't like this story, it is quite imaginative and let's face it, there will be plenty of , "male humor" in it. We are talking adolescent youth here, guys will be guys. So you may find my story a bit "risqué", maybe even a too naughty for the common reader or reviewer, all I can say is, this story then is not for you. Try Gilbert's wish, it's much tamer but then not quite as insightful. Just so you know, I take reviews the good with the bad but it won't change the content of my story and may make you look, prudish! Of course I was once also, so I respect your not following my "wickedly fun" story. Which translate to meaning, I am not trying to offend anyone's sense of propriety, it's my story, go tell your own! ;)
Disclamier: The character or characteristics that I choose to use are borrowed from LMMontgomery, they are not my own, the storyline is based loosely on Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea and possibly Anne of the Island. There will possibly be some references to the first two Anne Movies, by Kevin Sullivan, I am not sure but those that are similar belong to Sullivan Entertainment, I am merely borrowing them and this is not for profit, just foolish entertainment.
Avonlea's Wicked Fairytales
To start off this little tale and maybe there will be others along the same vein in the future but right now, there is just the one. It would do you well to recall, "Midsummer's Night Dream", and that our friend Puck, has been up to his old tricks. He really doesn't mean to be so mischievous but it is in his nature. It is really hard to escape your Nature, so it is truly best to make the most of it. So this tale will take you to the merry village of Avonlea, where all kinds of fascinating and curious dilemma's are transpiring, to warp the lives of it's youth.
This story is starting out as our dear dreamer, Gilbert Blythe, who is getting ready to start back to school in Avonlea. He has been missing for several years, while he was caring for his very ill Father, who was suffering from severe Asthma problems, aggravated by the obviously chilly Avonlea mornings and just as cool evenings. After a few years of therapy, John Blythe has shown considerable improvement and has developed a routine of medication and exercise to help him cope with his illness and still be able to maintain his Farm in Avonlea.
Avonlea, is a mythical place, full of colorful characters just as fanciful as it's dreamy name. The type of place that dreams really can come true or hopes dashed sorrowfully against it's rocky shore. The constant here though is it's magical atmosphere, the deep wooded forests, winding brooks, colorful blossoming fruit trees , rustic ranches and sweeping seashore. It is a land lost in time but never really boring, thanks to the misadventures of lanky youth and our friend Fate's ever useful manipulation.
Avonlea's Wicked Fairytales---Gilbert's Daydreaming...
Chap. 1
Gilbert Blythe finished up with his lunch. He got up and put his plate in the sink. He had a half an hour before he needed to get back to the fields to tend to the Cattle. So he went to the Den and picked up a Math book he had for his new class.
A knock came at the front door, so Gilbert put down his book and got up to answer it.
"Why hello Diana, what brings you around, all the way over here?" Gilbert asked, happy for the distraction.
"Mother sent me over for some apples that your Mother promised us." Diana said cheerfully. She was dressed in a pleasing Fall dress of periwinkle blue, covered with dainty white flowers. Her hair was plaited and she wore a matching blue ribbon in the back of her long, thick, raven locks. She had stunning blue eyes, as big as saucers, that gave it's observers a sense of warmth and comfort. Not to mention how her sooty black lashes were apt to turn a boys head, now and then, when she batted them in their direction. Diana though was hardly considered a flirt. She was much too shy and ladylike to lower herself to the foolish games little girls play. She was stately, strong boned and absolutely cheerful by nature. She was basically liked by everyone.
"Well, come in and sit down for a moment and I'll check in the Kitchen. She probably left them in the Pantry. Wait here and I will find them for you." Gil told her as he left the Parlor.
I just can't believe how handsome Gilbert has grown, Diana thought to herself. He's so polite too! I wish he would notice me. He seems to only like girls with freckles. Gil is odd that way but maybe he will grow out of it still." Diana pondered as she waited patiently for Gilbert's return.
"Here you are, Diana. Hey, what's our new school teacher like? Moody says she seems nice enough but she's really young. He doubts she knows very much. What do you think Diana?" Gilbert sat down the bag of Apples in front of Diana and moves back to sit in a nearby chair.
"I think she is just wonderful, Gilbert. She's so positive and encouraging. She has a degree from Queens Academy and she's only sixteen! Can you even imagine? She must be smart." Diana decides, based on these facts.
"Charlie said she is very pretty. She has Red hair and Green eyes. The cutest little nose, a nice figure or so I hear." Gilbert slipped in a shy grin.
"Honestly Gilbert, the things you say. Well I need to get back to Mother. You are coming to school tomorrow, aren't you?" Diana asked him. She was not at all happy to hear of Gilbert's obvious curiosity in her now favorite teacher.
"Yes indeedy! I can't wait. Though it will be embarrassing to be so far behind. I won't even be able to start in your group because my writing is so bad. I am good at basic Math but my Father knows nothing about Algebra or Geometry. Whenever it looked like I was interested in a book, he always found some chore for me to do. He said most books are full of nonsense. They filled your head with all kinds of stupid romantic ideas. Yet, when I was talking to my Grand-Uncle David, he said, "Knowledge give you keys to open up the World around you". There are very few limits to what a Man can accomplish if he is willing to work hard and keep on task.". He is an amazing Man, Diana. A Doctor for the Province of Glen St.Marys. He said nothing compares to being able to help a man or his family find a way back to a useful and productive life. Dr. Dave, that's what folks call him, is loved by everyone. I want to be able to do something useful, Diana. My Uncle says that if I study hard and get good grades, there isn't anything I can't accomplish. I believe him too, Diana." Gilbert tells her honestly.
"But Gilbert, what about the Farm? You haven't any Brothers or Sisters. Who will take it over for your Father, if you don't?" She wondered.
"Providence will take care of that. I have a few Cousins. I must do what I am called to do." He told her sincerely with true conviction.
"So does that mean you want to be a Doctor, Gilbert?" Diana asked him.
"I am not sure about that yet. I just know I want to go to College and try to accomplish something successful. I want my life to have some great meaning in this World. To give something back for all it has given me." Gilbert decided, content with his convictions.
"We have a few more years yet before we need to decide about those things, Gilbert. I am in no hurry to grow-up, at least not today. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Mother insists I will make a proper Housewife and that it is a noble calling but I am not quite convinced that it is all that I can do. If I could just do something useful or have a few adventures before I am to be tied to a front porch, perhaps than I could be happy as a Housewife." Diana imagined.
"Miss Shirley, that's our new teachers' name, she said we should, "shoot for the stars". As we get older and taller, I imagine, they will be much easier to reach. She talks like that sometimes and I am not entirely sure what she means by that. I know the sky is very high up. Do you think we can catch a falling star, Gilbert?" Diana questioned him.
"I wouldn't know, Diana but they must go somewhere, right? Maybe we should ask, Miss Shirley. She does sound rather peculiar but I heard she has a habit of talking like the people we read about in story books." Gilbert repeated the town gossip.
" It thrills me to hear her speak, even though I am not always sure what she really means. It is how she says it, that makes you believe you can fly, even without wings. Is that not a thrilling thought, Gilbert?" Diana gushes.
"Flying does seem like fun. Well, Diana, I want to at least get through two of these chapters. I just got my books yesterday and I have a lot of catching up to do. I don't want to look as dumb as I feel right now. At least I won't be stuck with Mr. Phillips. I heard he was a complete bore! Well run along, Diana Barry, before you Mother blames me for keeping you away too long." He smiles at her and poor Diana almost trips over the bag of Apples.
"Oh Gilbert! I'm sorry. I can be such a klutz at times. Father says it's because I am growing so fast. He always has a kind work to say to me. Mother just shakes her head and tells me that a Lady shouldn't be so clumsy. I am afraid to inform her that this "Lady" will grow out of it, in a few more years!" Diana states proudly and then giggles at her own foolishness.
"Good for you Diana. Parents can be so demanding but we mustn't let things like that interfere with our futures. We have important tasks to accomplish. See you later, now head on home before I have to have the "Duke" chase you off! He just ate too, so he probably will be ready to run it off. Here you go Diana, I'll give you a running start!" Gil teased her.
Diana put her crocheted gloves back on , she then pinned on her hat and then reached to pick up the bag of Apples, her Mother sent her here for. Gilbert starts talking as if he is all grown-up and then, he always says something stupid, to ruin the spell. Well, someday, he'll realized how pretty I am and it will be too late for him!" Diana huffs and passes him with a stern look on her face.
"Don't you go sending your dog after me, Gilbert Blythe! My Father would beat you with a stick!" Diana blurted out in defense, after she was slightly out of his reach.
"Then I guess you better run along before we both get into trouble." Gil said walking back into his House.
Diana turned around to wave good bye but Gilbert had already gone back to his studying. Diana felt defeated. Gilbert will never notice her, no matter what she wore. She thought with a sigh. She had a good twenty minute walk ahead of her. She could have let Father pick up these Apples on his way back from town but no, she had to be one of the first Avonlea girls to see Gilbert. I couldn't wiat until he returns to school. All the other boys are such children. I was so bored without Gilbert to talk to.
Diana thought sadly.
Gilbert read through the chapter on fractions and felt that was easy enough. He read ahead to decimals and felt that would prove more of a challenge. At least he had something to look forward to. He checked his pocket watch, time was up, so he put the book back on the shelf and headed out to tend to the Cows.
At Green Gables
"You seem amused Anne, what's so funny? It can't be that assignment you are working on." Marilla asked Anne, who was writing out a lesson plan for school tomorrow.
"I'm sorry Marilla. I was just thinking about what my students were telling me about a new boy I am to have in my class tomorrow. He was sent out of town, visit relatives for a couple of weeks and missed the beginning of school. I met Mrs. Blythe yesterday, when she came to pick up some school books she said her son was anxious to look over. Imagine that Marilla? Could you ever imagine a boy who cared that much about school?
He is actually two years behind in his studies, from the information I have here. His Father developed a serious Lung disorder and had to go to a warmer climate. He took his son because his wife needed to stay behind, to help manage the Farm, while her husband was away. She has a sister and brother-in-law down the lane, but he had to go with his Father. Where the two of them were staying in New Brunswick, the Class was too hard to get to in the Winter, so he could only study whatever came his way out there. It's too bad. I hear he is a pleasant boy who was a good student. Mrs. Lynde though informs me that I'll have to keep my eye out on that "one" though. He has a bit of mischievous streak in his soul and I would be wise to address that right out, least he take advantage of the class." Anne smiled thinking about this mysterious student.
"Who is this you are going on about?" Marilla asked, checking her rolls in the oven.
"Let me check here, oh, his name is Gilbert....Gilbert Blythe. Do you know him Marilla?" Anne asked her as Marilla pulled herself up from the oven door.
"Blythe, you say?" Marilla looked at Anne for acknowledgement.
"Yes, do you know him, Marilla?" Anne tried again to gain her attention.
"Somewhat. I know his Family. They have been in Avonlea for several generations. I went to school with his Parents. That was a long time ago. His father didn't Marry until his late thirties and Gilbert is their only child. I believe his Mother's name is Martha or Minnie, something like that." Marilla responded absently.
"It's Mary, Marilla. So what does he look like? The girls just giggle whenever I bring up his name and the boys say he is a good athlete." I am curious to meet him."
Anne admitted.
"Well, I can tell you that he will be a challenge for you Anne-girl. He is almost your age. He has dark curly hair and by this time, he might meet you face to face. He is a pleasant enough looking child. He has nice enough manners, at least he did the few times I remember talking to him in Church. It has been a while since I've seen him around Avonlea." Marilla stated.
"I do enjoy a challenge, Marilla. Of course I would also like a classroom of happy students. I'll start him out slow and how he does. I remember how I felt, trying to catch up with my peers. Of course it didn't take me long to reach the top of my class." Anne smiled and so did Marilla.
"I have complete faith in you Anne-girl. Just watch your self Anne. Those Blythe Men are charmers but they can be right stubborn and opinionated if given too much of an opportunity to speak their minds. Don't let that child undermine you. Mark my words, Anne. Put him in his place early so that the class knows you are a serious teacher." Marilla instructed her ward, earnestly.
"I will do my best Marilla. Hopefully it won't come to that! I do appreciate your concern for my class and will take your words into consideration." Anne reached over and squeezed her hand in appreciation.
"I hope this will work for him, while I am busy with my other students. Next year, I will have what I hope will be at least five students aspiring to go to Queens Academy. So wish me luck. I am sure I will be as nervous as Miss Stacey was with me!" She giggled, remembering she was so nervous at her Entrance Exam, she was sure she looked seriously ill.
"You'll do just fine Anne. You always come out on top. It is just your way, Anne-girl. I know Matthew would be so proud of you. I know I truly am, even though I don't say it very much.
Marilla apologized.
"As usual, you are too kind." Anne blushed.
"Anne, I'll need your help here. Dinner is almost ready to serve. So you run along and put your books away until this evening." Marilla advised her as she set a small roast up on top of the stove.
"Of course, Marilla, there just isn't enough time in the day." Anne claimed as she gathered up her books and papers to head up for her Gable bedroom.
Anne put away her paperwork in her satchel and her books for her classes.
She returned downstairs to help finish with Dinner, donning her apron she drains the potatoes and begins to mash them for Dinner.
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