I'll just ask for forgiveness in advance, because I haven't actually seen the Christy TV show, but I have read the book, so I hope that counts.

It's basically the exact opposite with Anne of Green Gables - I've seen one of the many TV shows? Movie series? I don't know what it was, I just know I've seen it! ;) - but I haven't read the books, though I have read part of the first one.

Anywho, this was just an idea I had the other day. Hope you enjoy, and please drop a review if you like it!

Sage

It was dreadfully frigid in the little, dank room. Shivering rather violently, Christy Shirley, her luminous brown eyes pools of absolute despair, hugged the weeping bundle with fiery red hair to her rough, thinly made coat. "There, there. Please don't weep so, Anne."

The bundle lifted its head, revealing a rather tear-stained, grief-stricken face. "Oh Chris, I do not wish to weep, but I fear I cannot quell the undeniable flow of tears." Completely desirous of understanding, Christy wiped the tears from Anne's face with the pad of her thumbs. "I feel you pain, dearest sister. I cannot believe that insufferable Lu-er- Mrs. Luciana could have done such a dreadful injustice. You'd think the deed would rub at her conscience."

Anne did not reply; her fiery hair had tumbled over her shoulders, effectively veiling her face. They sat in silence, neither girl moving, until Christy felt the even, rise and fall of her sister's breathing. Lifting Anne's head from her lap, she laid the girl on the sparsely blanketed pallet and pulled a filthy blanket over her shoulders.

She glanced at the white face, sad and lonely, even in repose. The living flame of her sister's hair had fallen away from her face, revealing a too thin, pinched white face, extreme in its facial features. Sunkissed red freckles stood out on the white skin, and the lips were rather large and red, the latter quality largely existent because of Anne's constant chewing of her lips.

Christy sighed. Before their parent's deaths, Anne had been a lively, vivascious child. Now, however- Christy shook her head to break of the line of thought. It would do no good to contemplate the obvious, as she was almost completely helpless in almost any aspect of assisting her younger sister, rather than providing the few scraps of comfort she could muster. True, Anne was not well, and yes, she was worried for her younger sister's sanity, but there was no way to remedy the situation.

She sighed again and cupped her hands to her chin. Her dark hair, which had once been lovely, but was no longer so, largely due to the fact that neither she nor her sister could claim possession of a brush, fell forward, curtaining off her view of the plain, dank stone that graced every aspect of the room.

No, Anne was not well. She would have to see if the orphanage they had so recently been transferred to had an on site doctor. She had no idea how she would afford the cost of a doctor's visit, but she must figure something out, for her sister's sake.

Her thoughts abruptly broke off when the door creaked open, and the large, cumbersome woman with greasy black hair, whom she had seen earlier, upon their arrival at the orphanage, stepped in, carrying two small bowls.

The woman placed the bowls on the floor before Christy and turned to go, then turned back and jabbed her finger toward the sleeping form of Anne. "Name?" Christy, who had reached for the bowls when the woman's back had turned, looked up, startled. "Pardon?"

"I as' what her name be." Christy narrowed confused eyes, but supplied the information. "Anne Shirley. Why?" The woman shrugged, evading the question with a question of her own. "What your name?" Christy placed a protective arm around Anne's shoulders, suddenly wary. "Christy Shirley." The woman did not change expression. "She your sis'r?" Christy nodded. "Yes, why all the questions?"

The woman shrugged again. "She not look well." A sad frown crossed Christy's features. "No. She isn't. She hasn't been herself since-" She broke off, and looked away.

Sensing the girl's grief, the woman heaved her cumbersome form out of the door and shut it quietly behind herself. Christy felt dreadfully embarrassed, but she could not stop the flow of tears, and she was glad the woman left.

She wept bitterly for a few moments, then wiped her eyes, sniffled and grabbed for the bowls once more. "Anne. Anne, darling, wake up." Her sister murmured in her sleep, then shifted and opened her large gray eyes. When her eyes focused on Christy, she sat up with sudden alarm, her pinched face wearing a worried expression. "Is something wrong?" Christy, aware of the great amount of emotion her incredibly expressive eyes were capable of showing, looked away. "Oh, it's nothing. Here Anne, they brought some food." Anne took the offered bowl and wrapped her cold fingers around it. "I'm so cold."

Christy, her own fingers bound tightly around her bowl, nodded. "I am too, Anne. I don't see how they expect us to live is such horrid conditions." She glanced up to the high, small window in the corner of the room. The pane was splattered with drops of water. She groaned. "It's raining again."

Spooning a bit of soup into her mouth, Anne raised frightened eyes to Christy's face. "Why...why did this happen to us? Why do they keep moving us? I wish God would...I mean-" Christy, suddenly irritated, frowned disapprovingly at Anne. "Anne Shirley, you know very well this is not God's fault. He doesn't want us to suffer, He just has something so big and beautiful planned for our futures that He had to give us this bit of trouble beforehand, so the beauty wouldn't be too much to handle." Anne yawned and placed her now empty bowl on the floor. "Maybe. I just wish He'd hurry up and bring the beautiful, 'cause I'm tired of all this." Anne gestured to the room, but Christy knew there was a bigger meaning behind Anne's words.

She bit her lip and looked toward the window, afraid to meet Anne's gaze for fear the raw emotions she was feeling would, once again, show in her eyes. "I wish He would too, Anne."