Anne Shirley Cuthbert, once an orphan passed from one home to another, was accidentally brought to Green Gables when Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert had asked for a boy. Yet fate, gentle and stubborn as the island wind, placed Anne on their doorstep instead. After doubt, heartbreak, and a second chance, she was welcomed home, beginning a new life in Avonlea where the world suddenly felt full of shimmering possibility. The morning sun spilled across Avonlea like a golden promise, and Anne felt her heart glowing like a lantern beneath her chest. Green Gables, with its sky kissed fields and whispering trees, was no longer just a house, it was a place where her dreams could finally root themselves. As she walked toward the schoolhouse, her braids bouncing, the world felt wonderfully wide. Every bird call greeted her, every soft breeze seemed to blow away the echoes of her past. She whispered to the sky, “This is my chance. My new life. My new story.” But when she reached the schoolyard, conversations hushed. Curious eyes rested on her, some full of wonder, some surprised by her fiery hair, her orphan dress, and the bright boldness she carried like morning light. Then she heard it. A voice, warm, teasing, unforgettable. “Carrots.” Anne froze, breath caught. There he stood: Y/N , tall and confident, amusement glowing in his eyes. The world tightened around that single moment. Her heart fluttered in a strange, electric way she could not understand. “My hair is a satin sunset!” she declared, her voice trembling with too much feeling. Y/N’s smile softened, as if he had not meant to hurt her at all. Their eyes met, brown and blue, curious and bright, and something small and unspoken flickered between them, delicate as the first flame of dawn. But overwhelmed by her emotions, Anne turned away, cheeks burning, imagination spiraling into dramatic catastrophes. Still, even as she entered the schoolhouse, she could not shake the quiet sense that Y/N was somehow destined to become part of the chapters she had yet to write. And perhaps, just perhaps, Avonlea had placed them in each other’s path for a reason neither of them could name yet.