Disclaimer: I don't own Anne of Green Gables, any characters or anything. If I did...well...I would have more money than I do at the moment ;). Yes this chapter is short, but I don't think there's anything wrong with a short chapter. I enjoy short chapters that don't strain my eyes from the excitement of reading them just as much as long, informative chapters. Besides, this is just a prologue. Enjoy!
A girl trudged along the snowy banks of a lone creek that twisted itself into the distance. It was frozen solid. Piles of snow were visible and extended for what seemed like forever in every direction.
The girl looked to be about twelve years old. She was very tall and skinny. Her legs stuck out from underneath the jacket like two sticks emerging from her skirt. She had a winter jacket with patches on the elbows and a knitted scarf. A wool cap was tied underneath her chin and her boots looked to be about two sizes too large for her feet.
As the snow beat down upon her face, the girl stopped suddenly and looked around. Where was she? Glancing to her left and to her right, she couldn't see anything that looked familiar.
There was the white of the snow falling down around her. The white of the ground, snow piled everywhere. White clinging to the trees and bushes. All she could see was white…and it was everywhere.
Starting to panic, she walked quickly further down the bank of the creek. Abruptly turning around, deciding that she wasn't traveling the right way, she ran in the opposite direction. Her heart beat fast in her chest and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
The tip of her nose was freezing and her legs were starting to feel numb. She ran around, feeling like a madwoman thrashing about, as she pushed through the frozen branches of trees.
After running about for what seemed like an eternity and getting covered in a layer of snow, the girl sat down on the cold and hard ground. She was exasperated. Not only was she freezing cold, but she had absolutely no idea where she was.
She refused to cry. She hugged her knees into her chest and rocked back and forth. Finally, the tears came. They spilled over, streaming down her face. They seemed to freeze on her cheeks, before they even reached her chin. She sobbed, letting the tears flow freely now.
So this is it, she thought, I'm going to die alone. I don't have parents or even a family. I have no friends, no home, no pets, no pretty clothes. I will never get to wear my hair up or take a trip into town. I will never belong. I will never find a husband who loves me or raise a family. My knight will never come—not that he would want to find me anyway. I will never grow out of this red hair and it won't become a beautiful raven-color…and I won't become a beautiful woman. Oh why was I cursed with this life?
Taking deep gulps of air, she spread out on the snow. Any second now, she would die. She gazed up at the light blue sky and the falling snow. Opening her mouth she stuck out her tongue and caught the last of the final snowflakes that she would taste on earth.
Letting out a sigh, she lay on the earth. Succumbing to the idea that she would die, she slipped off her mittens and ran her hands through her red hair, silently cursing it. Her vision blurred around the edges, black spread through the white flakes that she watched fall.
She felt herself being lifted off the ground. The girl closed her eyes and smiled. She was finally going to be happy. She would get to see her parents again. She would finally feel like she belonged. She was going to a place where it didn't matter if you were tall and skinny and had long red hair. She grinned wider and as she slipped into unconsciousness all at once she felt…warm.