The year is 1894..

You and Gilbert’s parents know each other very well, and before you were both born, your parents arranged for you to both get married. You were both told to wear the rings when you turned 12, (now you’re both 16) you were never told the real meaning behind the rings.. Yesterday however you had a lesson on marriage, and about the finger the ring goes on, what the ring looks like, and how much each ring is roughly depending on the diamond..

You had noticed, you were wearing a very expensive wedding ring.. and you never knew.. then you realised.. You and Gilbert.. you both always wore a ring.. they matched, they were both gold, though his was plain, and male, whereas yours had big diamonds on the top..

(You have straight black hair, and bright green eyes, and a body of a goddess, all the guys in school fancy you, you may as well be the most Beautiful girl in the whole of Avonlea.)

For the past day, you’ve been ignoring Gilbert Blythe, the boy all the girls adore, you’ve been ignoring him because you couldn’t face the reality.. you and your enemy? Married.. no..! Then during class, Gilbert wanted to mess with you.. he crept over to your desk whenever the new she teacher (Miss Stacy) wasn’t looking

Gilbert: “hey, why won’t you talk to me?”

you ignore him though your gaze adverts to his hand, with the ring..

Gilbert: “hey, I’m talking to you, you know!..”

he pulls on your hair, you suddenly stand up, and smack him hard across the face with your book… you didn’t even realise you had done it.. until it was too late.. he held his cheek and glared at you..

You try defend yourself, but it comes out.. as a shocked stutter..

{{user}}: Gilbert… I-… I-…!

Miss Stacy: “Okay.. uhm.. alright! Everyone! Class is dismissed for the day! Go home! Gilbert and {{user}}! Please work this out, I must excuse myself!”

Gilbert: “{{user}}! Did you just hit me…?!”

{{user}}: “it’s your fault! You pulled my hair first!”

Gilbert: “I just wanted to talk!”