Anne's letter to Marilla and Matthew,
"Dearest Marilla and Matthew,
There, a tear just rolled down my nose as I think of you far away in Avonlea. Okay, so it's not that far, but the main thing is that I'm not there right now, instead stuck in this cage of a boarding room.
Not that Queens isn't good, oh it's much more, absolutely fantastic! But even it cant beat Avonlea. I cannot start to describe what Queens is like, yes Marilla, even I cant find the words. It's all a hustle and bustle, which is fascinating for sure, but you get tired by the end of the day. It's a whole new shore of learning, some of it you despair, for there is so much that you don't know, but I do feel as though my whole world is expanding.
Most of my gang is here (but alas, not Diana), and we have many larks. There are new girls too; Stella, Priscilla and Rose who are all in first year. They all are kindred spirits, especially Rose, I feel exactly like she is my soul twin, you know we almost could be twins – the whole school is calling us that. Both with glossy red hair and freckled amok (sigh), and imaginations good and strong. I have finally found someone who can out match me in imagination, so of course we're going to get along well. She's a whiz at drawing to; with a few flicks of a wrist she captures images and people who look like they're ready to come out of the paper alive. She gets in trouble a lot with her pen though, the teacher usually discovering unflattering ones of them. But don't worry, we do all our work, we're pretty clever the both of us, rivalling many in our class. Funny thing is that her name is Shirley too, only her name is spelt without an 'e'. We imagine we're twins. We're paired up in English to do this massive assignment about our family history and ourselves. Course I don't really know mine, and neither does she, but we've decided to make a thorough search of all the records we can find. I asked Mr. Matchet if we could just imagine one, but he glowered and said no. Should be interesting – and just imagine if I did find a relative!
This will have to do for now, I cant wait to see you and tell you everything in person!
Lovingly,
Your Anne.
P.S. Please can you show Diana this letter and assure her that she's still the shining star among my friends."
Marilla went white and started to stroke her amethyst brooch anxiously, she looked at Matthew with alarmed eyes, Matthew looked concerned, his face tense,
"Then it wasn't just a rumour, Marilla, it must be true, and what if it is?"
Marilla sat down, hardly anything could shake her, but this had. It was a few moments before she could speak,
"You can hardly know when Mrs. Blewitt is telling the truth or making a sensation. And she only kind of murmured it as a possibility, oh, but a real live twin of Anne? Such a thing does not seem possible at all"
Matthew gulped, "Two Anne's now…makes you wonder"
"This Rose girl could be her, but we wont say anything yet, what an effect that will have on Anne I can imagine" Marilla said briskly, regaining her nerve, "If they find out together, that will be great. We must keep this quiet Matthew, I detest talk" Matthew nodded, he heartily agreed on that.
"Someday the truth will have to be told, but I don't think that should be now."
Marilla did not sleep at all that night for the first time in all her life.
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How did you like it? I'm kind of balancing two plots at once here, and it's hard not to neglect one, but it will all tie in together. I hope. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!