Hiya guys, I don't know why but I found this chapter very hard to write but then I finally got the hang of it (hopefully) . I have got dyslexia so if my spellings wrong just point it out JHope you enjoy

Gilbert:

First lesson had started and Anne still hadn't turned up. I heard Josie Pye gossiping about her and the others laughing. She was saying something about her not being brave enough to face school without Diana because Diana was her only friend. What did Josie know? People only pretended to like her because she bullied them into. It made me angry to hear people talking about my friend like that. How dare they? I needed to find out where she is.

"Miss?" I said raising my arm.

Miss Stacy looked towards me, "Yes Gilbert."

"Can I go outside for some fresh air, I feel queasy" She bowed her head in acceptance and I strolled through the aisle of children. Ruby looked empathetically in my direction. I opened the door and closed it behind me, disappearing into the wilderness.

A thin girl lay unconscious on the damp grass. She lay with her palms on the floor and on her front. Anne! I ran to her side to aid her quickly. I rolled her body onto her back carefully so her face wasn't in the mud. Blood was escaping from a cut on her head. Panic took over in my mind and I kneeled next to her as I shouted as loud as humanly possible. "Miss Stacy! Miss Stacy! I need help! Miss Stacy!". My voice echoed off the building. I ripped the hem of my grey shirt and held it to her head, applying systematic pressure.

Finally, a lady opened the school door, followed by a horde of her students. Her eyes widened like saucers when she saw the sight of the girl lying on the floor to my side. An ensemble of shocked sighs escaped their mouths. Ruby and Tillie looked shocked and held their hands elegantly in front of their mouths to hide their worried faces. Meanwhile, Josie Pye and Jane sniggered behind the crowd which made my blood curdle in anger. How they do that? I couldn't focus on the commands Miss Stacy was giving out because I was too busy internally screaming at Josie and Jane.

I watched Billy and Moody running through the field and Ruby and Tillie fetch pails of water from the stream. Prissy and her friends went into the classroom to fetch bandages. Finally, Jane and Josie were collecting shawls and blankets to keep Anne warm all whilst I attempted to stop the blood. I was failing. A minor waterfall started to absorb in her dress and pinafore, making a stain of crimson in the fabric.

"We need to move her out of the cold!" Miss Stacy shouted, a voice slightly quivering with anxiousness. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms under her and whisked her up into a bridal lift. Thankfully I had done a lot of manual labor on the steamer and also Anne was very light so picking her up wasn't much hassle. I hugged her to my chest as I walked her up the stairs and into the building.

Still carrying Anne I shout, "Jane! Josie! I need the blankets!". They reluctantly laid the blankets on the floor and I placed Anne's floppy body on top of them, without letting her head hit the floor too hard. Gently, I tucked several layers of blankets and shawls round her small frame and collected the water and rags from the girls. I call for miss and ask for alcohol. Then I attempted to clean of the wound using clean rags and the water, cleaning her face so I could see her beautiful freckles once again. Miss Stacy stood in the doorway while the other student were outside apart from Ruby and Tillie, who were standing in the clockroom.

Anne:

My head was pounding and I could feel a cocoon of soft materials surrounding me. A damp cloth was being stroked across my face and forehead. I didn't want to open my eyes and find out where I was. The sound of a rise and fall of breath was coming from a body next to me and I could hear far away voices discussing something. I finally decided it was time to open my eyes and enter back into the world of beauty and wonder.

My eyesight blurred, everything became fuzzy and then it started to become clear. I lifted my eyes to see someone kneeling to my left side. Desperately, I tried to focus my eyes on the figure. Someone was dabbing a damp rag on my head. I suddenly sat up, confused and scared. What torment am I engaging in? Someone was touching me on my face and I didn't like it.

Frantically, I desperately aimed to attack the person nurturing me to get them off. My arms flail around in front of me, hitting the person next to me. "Anne! Anne!" A deep voice said, holding my wrists to prevent me from brutally ambushing him. "Anne, calm down! Anne!" he said because I was still struggling against his gasp. My eyesight was still blurry and my head was drumming a quartet. The pain was excruciating. I tried to see the person clearly. Gilbert Blythe. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled, still holding onto my wrists.

Gilbert:

"wh… wha… what happened?" She asked her voice quivering with fear. Remarkable crystal iris, wondered around the room, observing everything anxiously. Her hair had mostly fallen out of her plait therefore leaving tassels of orange threads around her freckled canvas. Anne's breathing was ragged and uneasy and she was chewing her rosy lips, making them puffy and even redder. She wore a distressed expression upon her features like someone shipped to a new land where everything looked odd.

"You hit your head" I said, feeling her shake under my grasp. Oh no. I realised I was still holding on to her wrists. My arms were covered in goose bumps because her skin was so smooth, like silk. The excitement of her presence makes my heart try to break through my chest. She looked so angelic with the light shining through the window onto her face and her beauty made the whole room light up. Every time she smiles it makes my stomach twist in knots. No, no, no! Bash was right! I loved Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. I was completely head over heels in love with her. A large smile erupted over my cheeks with my sudden realisation. It felt like a weight was finally lifted off my heart. Oh, I was still holding her, I should probably let go.

She attempted to get up before she croaked, "Ruby? Tillie?" They rushed to her side and helped her haul herself up. More blood ran down her head with the gravitational pull. Suddenly, I saw her starting to sway; she was losing her balance. She didn't have enough support. I ran to her. As she started to fall, I wrapped two arms wrap around her waist. I could tell the world was spinning around her when I said into hair, "Let's get her on a chair

Billy:

We were in the back of the Cuthbert's carriage, their black horse galloping towards the school. I had no intention of helping Anne but getting out of school was bonus and also Moody persuaded me. I was surprised how worried Matthew and Marilla were. I thought they kept her because they felt guilty to send her back but maybe they actually cared. That little girl must have really struck them somewhere deep in their hearts.

We came up to the school and saw all the students, including my sisters, sitting on the grass in groups. Anne's adoptive parents ran towards Miss Stacy in the doorway and through the door. Following quickly, I walk into the cloakroom to see Anne, who gilbert was lurking behind of, drooped on a chair with her guardians fussing over her. Marilla kept uttering stuff about 'poor Anne' and 'What are we going to do we you?' Finally Matthew said in his usual deep, weak voice, "Let's get you home, young lady"

I watched the old man walk out of the room, the red head in his arms as Gilbert looked painfully towards her body.