Anne Shirley sat in the passenger seat of a well-loved four seat Toyota. Marilla, her foster mother drove while speaking sternly to her.
"I don't want anymore of your nonsense now that we are enrolling you in school." Marilla said crisply.
"Yes, Ms-" Anne looked to her left and saw Marilla's glare. She had been told to call the brother and sister she was fostered by to call them by their first names as they were not related to her and were not accustomed to being addressed do formally. "Marilla."
The older woman eyed her carefully. Deciding to let the near slip go, she continued "Now, remember this doesn't mean you get to stay indefinitely. It is just as easy to take you out as put you in."
"Of course." Anne fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist in discomfort.
"I want you to get as high marks as you can. You are a few months behind everyone else so work hard." Marilla was speaking as though she knew Anne would stay. Anne took all the hope she could from that fact.
The car stopped in front of Carmody Junior High. It was enormous with three stories and four small bungalows that must serve as classrooms. It made Anne wonder what the preparatory school looked like across town. Marilla got out of the car and Anne followed. The halls were lined with lockers and doors to classes. The classrooms had signs above them saying just which teacher those rooms belonged to. Mr. Phillips, Ms. Lynde (Perhaps she was some how connected to Mrs. Rachel Lynde?) and Mrs. Bell were all printed out neatly above the doors of the first classes she saw.
Anne slowed her pace in awe of her surroundings. Some moments passed before she hurriedly began to catch up to Marilla. In the process however, she forgot to watch where she was going and ran into a man with a pointed nose,thinning blond hair, and thick metal rimmed rectangular glasses. He looked angry and red in the face.
"Watch where you're going little girl. You had almost an entire hallway to walk and you still ran into me! Honestly, some children need a good slap." The man grit out furiously.
"Sorry." She mumbled.
"You better be." Mystery Person grunted. He pushed passed her and hit her shoulder on purpose. She seriously hoped he was just a parent and not a teacher or counselor. If he was... She cringed in horror and started to catch up with Marilla, who was calling her name.
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I have been ghost reading because of school work. I'm so sorry I haven't been reviewing. Rest assured I love all the chapters and stories I have read.
