Hey there!
I'm really trying to get these chapters out fast but it's just not working!
Once school starts it'll be much harder to write and I will have to write and publish less often so I'm trying to write as many chapters as possible right now, during summer break.
I'm sorry this one is a little short, its really just a chapter to help Anne improve herself, her smarts came with a lot of effort.
Anne gathered up her books as school ended and got ready to leave, it was a Wednesday which meant Anne would most likely be daydreaming in the woods as there was no dance.
"Anne Shirley, may I speak to you for a moment before you leave?" Mr. Phillips asked,
Anne simply nodded as they both knew it wasn't a question.
"You've been falling behind in your studies, especially geometry." He said bluntly
"But today I beat Gil-everybody in the spelling test!"
"May I point out your geometry again?"
"If it's just my geometry then i'm sure I can fix it!"
"You can, with some help."
"Help? No, it's truly fine, Mr. Phillips, I am in no need of assistance."
"On Wednesdays you will go to your tutors house and study with them." He said, completely ignoring all of Anne's words.
"Alright then, but mustn't I know where I shall be going to study?"
"The Blythe household."
Anne's eyes flew open in shock, she remained frozen there, utterly flabbergasted and confused with what to do next.
Mr. Phillips continued talking as if nothing was wrong.
"In fact, he is expecting you today so you best be on your way now, Anne."
"Mr. Phillips, I'm sure I can handle everyth-"
"You best be on your way." He interrupted, motioning to the door,
Anne loudly grunted and stomped to the Blythe residence,
"This is completely irrational and wont do anything." Anne angrily mumbled to herself,
Three loud knocks were then heard by all three Blythes.
Just as Mrs. Blythe got out of her room Gilbert rushed in front of her,
"Mother, I'll get it!" He almost yelled as he jogged to the door
He fixed his hair slightly with his hands and swung open the door with a grin,
"Please, have a seat."
Anne plopped herself on the couch with a sigh, crossing her arms and looking expectantly at Gilbert,
"Are we going to do something or will this be just as useless as I thought it would be?" She questioned sarcastically.
Gilbert pulled out his geometry notebook with a sigh and asked Anne to do the same, the study session was full of stiff nods and sarcastic comments, from one more than the other.
As Anne made another snide remark Gilbert clenched his jaw, he looked Anne in the eyes and let all his frustration leak out into the next sentence;
"Just stop!" He yelled
Anne was taken aback and a little scared, though she would never admit it, by his screams and subconsciously stiffened up.
She thought back to all the times she had been yelled at before and what usually came after. She looked at her wrist, at the scar on it, and thought about how she got it, she shivered at the memory.
She thought back to how much she just wanted to scream out her true feelings but couldn't as it would get her in even more trouble.
All of a sudden, caught up in her thoughts, she did exactly that.
"I am not an object to take your anger out on!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, slamming her book shut.
She was then snapped back to reality, it was Gilbert Blythe sitting in front of her in his house, his wide eyes staring at her over a book he had closed in surprise.
"I-I-I'm I didn't mean to- I-" She stuttered, trying to explain the situation without actually explaining that she was scared and remembering people from her past, she did not need to be pitied.
Gilbert's voice then softened, "Look, I'm just asking to be a friendly acquaintance, not an enemy, that would make this much easier."
Anne froze up, this was certainly not was she was expecting the outcome of this situation.
"I'm very sorry for calling you Carrots, I think carrots are delicious-not that I want to eat your hair, it's really nice." He added,
Anne attempted to blink away her confusion but to no avail, she nodded with a bewildered look on her face.
Gilbert grinned, "Chapter eight, page 805." He said as he flipped to a new page.
Anne silently followed his lead.
It was a page full of seemingly random numbers and had a big symbol at the top next to the word Pi.
"What am I looking at?" She asked
"Pi, it's the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter."
Anne rose an eyebrow,
"It's simple, Anne, just try to remember the first ten digits."
"I could never remember all those numbers!"
"May I have a large container of coffee ready for today?" Gilbert recited,
Anne looked at him with a befuddled look on her face, unsure of why he was asking her for coffee in the middle of her tutoring.
"I'm not making you coffee and I do not know why you are asking, Gilbert Blythe."
"It's a mnemonic device for remembering Pi."
"I do not see how."
"Each letter of the words adds up to the digit, coffee would be six as there are six letters."
Anne mumbled to herself before speaking out loud, "3,1,4,1,5,9,2,6,5,3,5?" She replied uncertainly,
"You forgot the decimal, after 3 there's a decimal."
She thought a little again, "3.1415926535?"
"Correct!"
Gilbert then glanced at the clock,
"It's getting late, you should go home." He said regretfully,
Anne nodded, "Goodbye, Gilbert."
Gilbert opened the door for her, "I-um- can I walk you home."
Anne raised her chin, "I am perfectly fine walking home by myself, I am not a damsel in distress waiting to be saved."
"It would really be my pleasure."
"I suppose that if you wish to, there is no harm done." She said stiffly,
Gilbert grinned cheekily as her took her arm and led her home.
P.S. I actually used to use that mnemonic device for Pi!
P.S.2. (is that how P.S. works?) This chapter is another chapter that isn't related to dance but I felt had to be included because Anne worked very hard to be tied for top spot so when she starts spending time on dancing I thought it would make sense that her grades would start slipping, luckily Gil is to the rescue!
