A\n I can't get enough of Anne. Since we won't ever get another book or even another story, i decided to take matters in my own hands. This first chapter is set after Mr. Thomas's death.

The lonely Heart-

"Anne! Anne, wake up!"

But the said little girl was already awake. She sat there, kneeling beside her window, imagining all sorts of wonderful things.

She was brought out of her reverie by Mrs. Thomas's shrill voice shouting outside her door. With a heavy sigh, that told all too well of her reluctance, she got up and made her way over to the small dresser in the corner to get ready for the day. She washed her face, brushed her hair and tied it into two long braids. Then she pulled on one of the tight skimpy dresses that Mrs. Thomas had made for her.

Quickly she hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen to help the aforesaid lady prepare breakfast.

"I'm incredibly sorry Mrs. Thomas" she gushed as soon as she came in sight of the lady, "I was imagining that I was a knight rushing to save a captured princess, galloping on a horse and fighting with a mighty sword and I completely lost track of time."

She shrunk under Mrs. Thomas's disapproving graze. "You know the amount of work that needs to be done, Don't you, Anne Shirley?" She asked stonily.

Anne nodded meekly. "So get on with your imaginations and help me!"

At once Anne rushed around doing the chores while Mrs. Tomas muttered in the background, "Ungrateful girl. How can you be so careless and naughty when I brought you up by hand Anne? I took you in when your Parents died and you were left with nothing and no one. Is this how you show your gratitude?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Thomas" Anne whispered softly. She knew had hard and trying it was for the lady right now, what with her husband getting drunk and killed. She was incredibly stressed and worried about what was to happen. But, being so young, she didn't understand the exact reason behind Mrs. Thomas's distress. Now that Mr. Thomas was dead and some other arrangement would have to be made now that he was not there to support them. He wasn't exactly the best provider, but at least he was there.

Throughout that day, Anne worked hard along with Mrs. Thomas to prepare for the funeral that was to be held in the evening. She watched them lower the coffin into the ground and put up a cheap gravestone over it.

Standing there, clad in an uncomfortable old black dress that Mrs. Thomas had borrowed from an acquaintance, Anne thought about her dead parents. She imagined what they must have looked like and the little yellow house where she was born that Mrs. Thomas had told her about.

She wished she could visit their graves. She imagined herself dressed in the most elegant yet simple blue dress, kid gloves and clean boots, with two deep, deep red roses in hand, moving among the graves and softly placing one on the grave of each of her parents…. How melancholy and romantic it would be! Shedding sorrowful tears for them as she lay gracefully in the grass…

She often thought about them whenever she was sad or distressed. Her innocent young heart longed for some sort of love and affection that she had never in her life experienced.

And no one looked twice at the little girl, in the too large dress, staring wistfully, unseeingly in the distance.

That night, she couldn't sleep. She got out of bed and tiptoed quietly through the house and inside the sitting room. Inside, she met with her only friend who cared about her, whom she told everything.

Sitting in front of the bookcase-turned-cabinet, she talked out all her sorrows and laments and wishes to Katie Maurice. The little bookcase girl was a sympathetic listener, she cried when Anne cried and laughed when Anne laughed.

By the time Anne went up to bed, she had considerably cheered up and slept comfortably till the next morning, when she was woken once again by the sunlight steaming through the window.

Such was the life of little Anne Shirley, with nothing but her pretend friends and her made-up stories to satisfy her young heart's craving for love and affection.

A\u so tell me what you think. I know my writing is no substitute for L. M. Montgomery's and I'm still learning, but I tried my best. If you have any advice or ideas just PM me or leave a review. I'd really appreciate any help I get.

Thanks for reading.

- Ananya