Anne Shirley, a 15-year-old teenager, just got home from Avonlea School. Anne had a drug on her hand, a drug called Fluoxentine. This drug is meant for people with anxiety, but Anne didn't know that. Marilla Cuthbert was waiting at the door for the 11-year-old Anne that she would first learn Anne's name, but then, when Anne came running to Green Gables, Marilla was in shock.
"Anne Shirley, what is that in your left hand?" Anne replied, "Oh, this is Fluoxentine. It's a prescription drug used to treat anxiety, and, as you know, I have a liking to it. It's a very cool thing to use!" An angry Marilla said, "Anne Shirley, did you have that prescribed to you?" Anne said, "No, but-" "Fiddlesticks! That is no laughing matter, Anne Shirley! You march straight up to your room, and I'll talk to you later!" Anne Shirley felt tears forming in her left eye, and then it went straight to her right eye, and, with her voice cracking, she said, "Well, I didn't know that! You should've told me!" Then, bursting into tears, she ran 10 MPH straight upstairs, into the east gable room, and started crying very hard. It took Anne about 10-15 minutes before crying out her last tear. Her eyes were red and swollen, just like the thick braids of her red hair. Marilla had just gotten up from her seat downstairs, and her eyes showed sorrow and heartache at herself for yelling at Anne, when she knew Anne was going to feel sorrow sooner or later. She went upstairs to the east gable room, where, after opening the door, saw a tear-stained face sitting dejectedly by the east window.
"Anne, who gave you Fluoxentine?" "Just a friend of mine," Anne said tranquilly. Marilla said, "Anne, why did you take this?" "I have anxiety, Marilla. It's such an awful thing to have at the age of 15." "15 fiddlesticks!" "Marilla," gasped Anne. Marilla said, "Anne Shirley, you could've killed yourself with this! Do you know how dangerous this is? Anne said, "I don't know! Just-just hold me for 5 minutes, Marilla."