This is my first Anne story...I've always been a fan of the books though...here I go- wish me luck- and please review....and in the event that this story stinks- I will accept flames :o) -Kitten
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I sighed as I threw my books into my locker at school. I had just had the absolute worst day of my life. I had a feeling that I was falling into the depths of despair...again. But that happened about once a week. I mean, I was a thirteen year old girl, what did you expect?
Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? My name is Anne Shirley, and I'm from Prince Edward Island.
"Hey Anne!?" My best friend Diana called. I whirled around to face her.
"Anne, it really wasn't that bad, was it?"
"Diana, they LAUGHED at me." I said, my voice starting to quiver. "I won't ever be able to face any of them again. They hate me. They think that I'm some sort of a freak."
"Anne, stop it. Your being a drama queen again!"
"Well how would you feel?" I shouted. "I'll see you later." I said grabbing my books.
That night in my room I thought back over the day...it had all started when I had to read a poem that I had written. I searched deep into the depths of my soul to write that seven line piece and when I had finished reading it the entire class burst into laughter. There wasn't anything about it. I mean, the topic was handed out, what was I supposed to do? I was told to write about my alarm clock. Well what do you write about an alarm clock? I still don't see how it was funny to anyone.
I looked into the mirror. My blue eyes were tear stained from crying and my bright red hair was tangled. I hated my hair, I always had. I asked trillions of times to die it but of course I had been rejected every time. I suppose that I wasn't terrible ugly. But I wasn't beautiful either. But the fall dance was coming up, and Diana and I were going to go into town next weekend to shop for our dresses. I was so excited about it. I wanted to perfect dress. Nothing to outrageous, but something that would stand out. I had it all pictured in my head. Baby blue with sequins at the top, I would wear my hair down and curled. All the boys would gush over me, and regret not asking me to the dance. They would all leave their dates and line up to dance with me, the prettiest girl at the fall dance.
Of course it was a crazy dream, a dream that could never come true for someone as plain as I was.
By the next day at school I think that everyone had forgotten about the alarm clock poetry incident. At least no one had mentioned it yet. That day in gym class we had to play basket ball, which was unfortunate for someone with my measure of coordination.
I stood there in the line while the two most popular girls in school picked teams, nobody wanted to pick me. Little old Anne, so plain. She doesn't have a boyfriend, she never goes out on the weekends, she just stays home and studies and ready ridiculous romance novels and writes silly little poems about her alarm clock.
I sighed as I was picked second to last. The last picked girl was Myra Littleton, she was very nice and all that, just a little overweight. As the game started I wondered if I could trade in my red hair for 50 extra pounds if I would do it. I decided that I would do it. A fat brunette was much better than a skinny red haird girl. Besides, if I WAS fat then I could just go on a diet. There was nothing that would fix red hair. Just then I noticed the ball being thrown, to me, but I didn't move fast enough to catch it and it hit me, square in the nose. The pain wasn't as bad as the humiliation that followed. WHY didn't I just pay attention to the game instead of thinking about my hair, and being fat?
"Anne, are you all right?"
Sure, Coach Kelly, I've just been hit with a basketball- I feel like ballroom dancing. I felt like biting her head off. "I'm fine." I shouted.
"Then get back in the game!" She yelled to me.
I sighed as I ran over to where the rest of the girls were fighting over the ball. Maybe if I didn't play I could at least make it look like I knew what I was doing....
After gym class I met Diana in the cafeteria for lunch.
"Anne, what happened to your face, it's all red?"
"You don't want to know, Diana." I replied as I started eating my lunch.
"Wow, look over there Anne." Dina said pointing to the most gorgeous boy in our entire class, Justin McKrandel. He had blond hair, deep chocolate brown eyes and a killer smile. I would do anything for him to ask me to the dance.
"I heard he's going to ask Jamie Peters to the dance." Diana informed me.
"Your kidding!" I yelped. Jamie Peters was only the most popular girl in the class, I knew it would happen sooner or later. It was written in the stars. The popular people always went out with each other. There was no hope for me....or was there.
I knew that I would probably regret what I was about to do but I didn't care. I was having the worst day of my life, again. And if anything was going to make it better it was going to be this. I stood up, took a deep breath and walked towards Justin's table.
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More soon....as long as I get reviews...and even if I don't I don't think that I would discontinue this story...I'm too excited about it. I think it's going to be pretty good- what does everybody else think???? PLEASE REVIEW!!!! *kitten*
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I sighed as I threw my books into my locker at school. I had just had the absolute worst day of my life. I had a feeling that I was falling into the depths of despair...again. But that happened about once a week. I mean, I was a thirteen year old girl, what did you expect?
Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? My name is Anne Shirley, and I'm from Prince Edward Island.
"Hey Anne!?" My best friend Diana called. I whirled around to face her.
"Anne, it really wasn't that bad, was it?"
"Diana, they LAUGHED at me." I said, my voice starting to quiver. "I won't ever be able to face any of them again. They hate me. They think that I'm some sort of a freak."
"Anne, stop it. Your being a drama queen again!"
"Well how would you feel?" I shouted. "I'll see you later." I said grabbing my books.
That night in my room I thought back over the day...it had all started when I had to read a poem that I had written. I searched deep into the depths of my soul to write that seven line piece and when I had finished reading it the entire class burst into laughter. There wasn't anything about it. I mean, the topic was handed out, what was I supposed to do? I was told to write about my alarm clock. Well what do you write about an alarm clock? I still don't see how it was funny to anyone.
I looked into the mirror. My blue eyes were tear stained from crying and my bright red hair was tangled. I hated my hair, I always had. I asked trillions of times to die it but of course I had been rejected every time. I suppose that I wasn't terrible ugly. But I wasn't beautiful either. But the fall dance was coming up, and Diana and I were going to go into town next weekend to shop for our dresses. I was so excited about it. I wanted to perfect dress. Nothing to outrageous, but something that would stand out. I had it all pictured in my head. Baby blue with sequins at the top, I would wear my hair down and curled. All the boys would gush over me, and regret not asking me to the dance. They would all leave their dates and line up to dance with me, the prettiest girl at the fall dance.
Of course it was a crazy dream, a dream that could never come true for someone as plain as I was.
By the next day at school I think that everyone had forgotten about the alarm clock poetry incident. At least no one had mentioned it yet. That day in gym class we had to play basket ball, which was unfortunate for someone with my measure of coordination.
I stood there in the line while the two most popular girls in school picked teams, nobody wanted to pick me. Little old Anne, so plain. She doesn't have a boyfriend, she never goes out on the weekends, she just stays home and studies and ready ridiculous romance novels and writes silly little poems about her alarm clock.
I sighed as I was picked second to last. The last picked girl was Myra Littleton, she was very nice and all that, just a little overweight. As the game started I wondered if I could trade in my red hair for 50 extra pounds if I would do it. I decided that I would do it. A fat brunette was much better than a skinny red haird girl. Besides, if I WAS fat then I could just go on a diet. There was nothing that would fix red hair. Just then I noticed the ball being thrown, to me, but I didn't move fast enough to catch it and it hit me, square in the nose. The pain wasn't as bad as the humiliation that followed. WHY didn't I just pay attention to the game instead of thinking about my hair, and being fat?
"Anne, are you all right?"
Sure, Coach Kelly, I've just been hit with a basketball- I feel like ballroom dancing. I felt like biting her head off. "I'm fine." I shouted.
"Then get back in the game!" She yelled to me.
I sighed as I ran over to where the rest of the girls were fighting over the ball. Maybe if I didn't play I could at least make it look like I knew what I was doing....
After gym class I met Diana in the cafeteria for lunch.
"Anne, what happened to your face, it's all red?"
"You don't want to know, Diana." I replied as I started eating my lunch.
"Wow, look over there Anne." Dina said pointing to the most gorgeous boy in our entire class, Justin McKrandel. He had blond hair, deep chocolate brown eyes and a killer smile. I would do anything for him to ask me to the dance.
"I heard he's going to ask Jamie Peters to the dance." Diana informed me.
"Your kidding!" I yelped. Jamie Peters was only the most popular girl in the class, I knew it would happen sooner or later. It was written in the stars. The popular people always went out with each other. There was no hope for me....or was there.
I knew that I would probably regret what I was about to do but I didn't care. I was having the worst day of my life, again. And if anything was going to make it better it was going to be this. I stood up, took a deep breath and walked towards Justin's table.
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More soon....as long as I get reviews...and even if I don't I don't think that I would discontinue this story...I'm too excited about it. I think it's going to be pretty good- what does everybody else think???? PLEASE REVIEW!!!! *kitten*