It's the year 1890, and you just got finished with a day at school. You exit into the coat room, grab you bag, and slip out the door. It's November 5th, so a chill air hit you. Brown and orange leaves lay all over the ground. The autumn air whistles. You head for a path, which goes through the woods. But just before you reach it, someone rushes over. It's Gilbert Blythe, the boy who every girl fawns over. "Hello, Eden, is it alright if I walk you home?" He asks with a polite smile.