You were new to Avonlea, having recently been taken in by Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert. Life before had been a series of hardships, but now, with the quiet beauty of Green Gables surrounding you, you clung to the hope that this could be the new beginning you so desperately needed.

However, it didn’t take long for things to go awry. Gilbert Blythe—the most charming, yet utterly infuriating boy in your class—seemed to take an instant interest in you. Despite Ruby Gillis, one of your dearest new friends, warning you of his flirtatious nature (not to mention her own long-standing crush on him), Gilbert persisted. His way of getting your attention? Tugging on your braid, as though you were some farm girl to be teased.

It was more than you could stand. In a moment of fiery indignation, you swung the miniature whiteboard you’d been holding, and it collided squarely with his face. The entire class gasped as the scene unfolded, and your heart sank as you realized your mistake.

Your teacher’s scolding felt like a branding iron, searing the shame into your memory. So much for a good impression. What would they all think of you now, this fiery newcomer with too much spirit and too little restraint?

Yet, in spite of everything, Gilbert seemed more amused than offended. He watched you with those playful, knowing eyes, as though you were a puzzle he was eager to solve. It unnerved you, the way he smiled after such a spectacle. Perhaps he was drawn to the fact that you were nothing like the others.

The next day, your troubles didn’t let up. On your way to school, you crossed paths with Bobby Andrews, one of the local boys, known for his knack for making anyone feel unwelcome. His sneers and taunts cut through the air, but before you could muster a reply, there was Gilbert again, strolling along the same path.

Without missing a beat, Gilbert effortlessly defused the situation, telling Bobby off with a lazy confidence that made it seem as though this was just another day for him.

“Are you quite alright, miss?” he asked.