CHAPTER 7
A week later…
The boarding room, empty during the school hours was flooded with the chattering and squeals of girls. Rose looked around and sighed happily, it made things so much jollier to have others around, and less scary, and things funnier when they're shared around with a gang. All the girls instantly fell in love with Rose too, she kept them in stitches with her quick sketches of teachers and other students, all falling subject to her pen and paper. Anne flung herself on the bed, as she usually did after an exhausting day,
"Day's are sweet and sour".
Jane thought, "Well I could of done without that history test sprung on me"
Ruby and Josie groaned with sympathy. "Did you see what I did in the middle of those Oral presentations?" Stella wailed to Priscilla. She giggled,
"Well you had to admit it was kind of funny"
"For you!" Stella interrupted
"We couldn't figure out what was going on there, you suddenly stopped and kind of screwed up your face?"
"An adventurous fly got caught there, and I couldn't exactly spit it out in front of everyone, so I had to swallow it, there was no way out" Stella grimaced. The girl's laughter rang out.
"I kind of did that, well, it wasn't a fly, and it wasn't in front of everyone", explained Rose, you see, it was in the middle of Charlie Sloane's presentation (everyone groaned at his name, for he always tried to follow them around), and he's there with his eyes, trying to look sentimental as he read "…And we will never hear hint of it again…" and I thought, he looked exactly like the brown cows that graze in the paddock next to our house, while they're there, musing whether to eat a dandelion or fern…and I got inspired for this sketch, of a cow with Charlie's head, so I start, but then somehow I catch Mr. Matchet's eye and he stalks over, and, well, you know how fussy he is on paying respect to other students and how he caught me out on a sketch of that prissy Louise girl, (Anne, Pris and Stella rolled their eyes) and what an uproar that caused. So I didn't know what to do, and he's coming closer and closer…. so, I ate it!" Laughter bounced off the walls,
"You know Anne, Charlie would be the perfect match for you" said Josie spitefully. Rose was going to jump in but Jane did before her. No one really like Josie that much, she'd sting, especially Anne everyone several times a day. But they kind of got resistant to her, just learned to shrug it off, though if she mentioned something about 'red hair' or 'Charlie Sloane' to Anne – the banes of her life, the other girls would jump in, for we all are acquainted with Anne's temper.
"Uh uh! Herbie Welch would be far better" Jane teased friendly, so they all laughed. In Theatre Studies, poor Herbie got the romantic lead with Anne, and the look on his poor pimply face when he said, with his German accent "Of course you're not like the rest".
Ruby jumped right onto the subject – he favourite one actually - of beaus,
"Girls, now, what do you think of Jacob Guthrie?" Anne shared a roll of eye with Rose; they knew where these sorts of conversations lead. Pris just laughed though, "What! The one who's so insistent on playing his trumpet, and it ends up sounding more like, a fly caught in a throat, buzzing around?"
"Yeah, I know, but when I look into his eyes…you know, I kind of fall into them" Stella smothered a smile, but Anne noticed it, "Yes Stella, they're blue just like Adam Rist." Josie sniffed
"Him Stella? I thought you could do better than that, don't you know his father is a book keeper, and that he's only in Reserves"
Jane, always the peacemaker,
"Unlike Frank Stockley, whose father's a trustee, as we all know, and plays quarterback". Pris sighed,
"You know Anne, I still think you and Gil would be perfect together!" Anne looked at her darkly, the laugh wiped off her lips
"But you would be, both, the top of the class, and your red hair and pale complexion would shine beside his dark one.
"Pris…you know what I think of him" Anne muttered, Ruby cut in,
"Oh girls! I've got the most dazzling news! What do you know Anne, maybe you don't go for Gil, but perhaps you'll go for his cousin, who I've heard such things about! Julia says his looks are melting and …"
"What do you mean Ruby?"
"Well, I heard from Gil, that his cousin, Thomas Blythe, is starting late at Queens, he's doing first year like you Anne, and he's sure to rattle the school, from what I've heard."
None of them took Ruby that seriously; she'd heard such things about another student who turned out to be a dumpy staring thing. But the time had ticked as their tongues had waggled, so the girls rushed off their separate ways, leaving only Rose and Anne behind. They'd started this custom of writing their letters together, Anne's to a couple at Green Gables, and to be read by the starry eyes of Diana, and Roses to a couple on a farm at Belmont, and dashed a few sketches to her art teacher, Mr. Lahar.
Okay, hopefully you liked that, I know it was kind of all nonsense chatter and fluff, but it'll all be part of the story, especially this Thomas Blythe (I had to introduce him some way) so please do your duty (or favour) and review! Oh yeah, and I know nothing about rugby of any of the positions, I'm not sure whether they even had them, so if any of you are rugby buffs, forgive me!