Avonlea MB  Fan Fiction   Where My Heart Belongs Support Search runboard.com       Sign up (learn about it) | Sign in (lost password?) Page:  1  2  3  4  ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Where My Heart Belongs I admit it...I've been stalling. In addition to my last semester of high school beginning, I have no idea where to go for LIO. So by reposting some of my old stories, I'm hoping inspiration can come to me soon. This was my very first story, and it still remains dear to me. I edited the story for grammar/spelling mistakes; other than that, nothing's been changed. ****************************** Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 1: Uneasiness Anne Shirley had difficulty sleeping. Her mind kept drifting back to that dreadful moment two weeks earlier. Anne and her childhood friend Gilbert Blythe were having yet another typical night home at Gilbert's apartment. They had just enjoyed a great movie on TV when Anne sensed that there was something up with Gilbert. "What is it?" she asked. Gilbert was shaking and sweating bullets. Trying to gain his composure, he took Anne's hand. "I knew that you were the one for me ever since I saw you that first day of school," he began. Uh oh, Anne thought. Is this going where I think it's going? "You've had my heart ever since," he continued, "and I want us to be together forever. Anne, will you marry me?" She was stunned. She had a feeling it was coming but didn't expect it to come so soon. Tears started trickling down her face. "Oh Gilbert," she cried. "I...I...I can't." "What?!" exclaimed a shocked Gilbert. "I'm so sorry. I just can't. Can't we go back to the way we were before?" "But Anne...I don't understand. I love you. I need you." "Gil, you want someone who cares for you, adores you, and plays the role of a loving housewife and arm candy. I don't know if I can do that." "But that's not what I want - " "Oh, Gil! I'm so sorry, oh so sorry!" She hugged him one last time before running and sobbing out of his apartment. As she drove out of the apartment complex to clear her mind, Gilbert looked out the window and whispered inaudibly, "I love you, Anne Shirley. I hope he breaks your heart whoever he is." This scene played in Anne's head continuously for two weeks; it was all she could ever think about. Even in her dreams all she could see was Gilbert's pleading, hazel eyes. Those eyes were honest and sincere, and the thought of them made her want to cry. Unable to fall back asleep, Anne got out of bed and looked out her window into the dark, starry night. Her thoughts wandered back to her youth. Her arrival at Green Gables, the announcement that she finally had a place to call home, her first meeting with her bosom friend Diana Barry, the first day of school, the fateful day that Gilbert entered her life and then broke a small whiteboard over his head, the intense rivalry with him over grades, the day Gilbert rescued her from the pond when she fell in, the news that Gilbert gave up his job at Avonlea just for her...they all remained fresh in her mind. She sighed. She cared a great deal for Gilbert, but was it love? It couldn't be. Her Prince Charming had to sweep her off her feet, slaying the dragon that kept him away from her. As hard as it was to keep him out of her thoughts, Anne knew she had to go on with her life. After all, her job at Kingsport would start soon, and she knew she had to get all the energy she could get to keep up with all those crazy girls. Tired from all her analysis, she hopped back into bed and fell asleep. 1/14/2007, 11:43 am ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 2: A Wedding And A Fallout Marilla Cuthbert started to worry about her adoptive daughter. She knew about Anne rejecting Gilbert's proposal, and ever since Anne hadn't been acting like herself. The usually light-spirited and talkative redhead became quiet and dejected; the color from her cheeks disappeared. The cheerful mood that once surrounded Green Gables disappeared as well. Even the highly opinionated Rachel Lynde took notice and began to worry. “Anne?” called Marilla as she knocked on Anne's door. “It's time to get up.” “I don't want to,” responded a weary Anne on the other side of the door. “Come on, Anne. You can't stay in there all day!” “I can, too! I have nothing better to do.” Marilla opened Anne's door and sat on her bed. What she found was a tangled mess underneath the covers. “Were you thinking about Gilbert again?” Anne sighed and nodded her head. “Yes.” “You made your decision, Anne.” “I know, Marilla. I have my reasons for making that decision that no one will understand.” She looked away sadly. Marilla shook her head. “Like I said before, you can't stay in here all day. Besides your breakfast is waiting for you, and I know you wouldn't want that to get cold.” “Okay then.” Marilla got up and walked to the door before turning around. “Try to cheer up, okay?” Anne managed to break out a weak smile. “Alright. I'll try.” ******************************************** Diana Barry stopped by Green Gables later in the day to check on her best friend. She too had heard the news about Gilbert's rejected proposal and was shocked. She was sure Gilbert and Anne were meant to be together the day the two first met even though Anne would never admit it. Diana had put away her personal feelings for Gilbert in order for her friend to have her happiness, but now she knew things wouldn't be the same. Fred Wright proclaimed his love for her and made if official with a beautifully cut diamond ring, which she gladly accepted. The wedding was scheduled for tomorrow. Anne was the obvious choice as the maid of honor; the only problem was that Gilbert was to attend the wedding as well. Avonlea already knew the status of Anne and Gilbert's relationship and eagerly awaited the interaction between the two since the dreaded day. The two girls were busy getting ready for Diana's bachelorette party in Anne's room. “Anne, are you sure you're going to be all right?” asked Diana. “I'll be fine,” Anne reassured. “I promise.” “You know Gilbert will be there at the wedding, right?” Anne hesitated. “Yes.” “I know this will be hard for you-” “But I want to do this. You're my best friend. You've waited forever for this, and I will not let some guy be in the way of your perfect moment.” That guy just happens to be the best thing that ever happened to you, thought Diana. Anne went up to Diana and hugged her. “I want you to know that I'm very happy for you. You've done well for yourself, and I'm very proud of you.” A tear came to Diana's eyes. “Thanks, Anne. You don't know how much that means to me.” “I'm here if you ever need me.” The girls hugged again. “Come on, Diana. We shouldn't be crying on your final night as a single woman. Now let's go and have fun, shall we?” Diana smiled. “Whatever you say.” ******************************************** Anne woke up exhausted the next morning. Karaoke and bowling had definitely assured the girls a good night's sleep except now Anne began to have her doubts. What will Gil think of me once he sees me? Anne thought. Will he take off and run? Will he give me nasty looks? Will he even acknowledge me at all? She sighed. As hard as it was to walk down that aisle to see all of Avonlea (including Gilbert) staring at her, it was even harder to let Diana down. She had stuck by Anne through thick and thin ever since Anne's first day in Avonlea, and now it was her turn to return the favor. Swallowing her pride, she got ready and went to the church to join the wedding party. ******************************************** “Oh, Anne!” greeted Diana. “You're here! I'm so glad you're here!” “I told you I'd be here, didn't I?” Anne answered playfully. “I know but still. You look gorgeous.” “Not as gorgeous as you. You're the bride, remember?” “Oh yeah!” The girls laughed. “Are you ready for this?” Anne asked. “I'm as ready as I ever could be.” Diana smiled as she took her father's arm before walking to the back of the procession line. Here goes, Anne said to herself. Don't even think about him. She walked down the aisle, aware that all of Avonlea was looking at her. She looked straight ahead, trying not to look at anyone, especially Gilbert. But she couldn't help herself. Gilbert was staring at her with the look in his eyes that read, “What went wrong?” Anne tried her hardest to hold back her tears and looked away but not before seeing a lovely young lady sitting next to Gilbert. She was holding his hand and adoringly staring at Gilbert. Anne couldn't deny her beauty; she definitely gave her a run for her money. A flood of emotions went through Anne just as she took her place: anger, frustration, guilt, sadness, and longing. What happened? How could he get over her that quickly after asking for her to marry him? Was he with this other girl the whole time he claimed that he loved her, or was he just playing with her mind? What would happen if she said “yes” to him only to have him break off their engagement? Enough! Anne cried to herself. This was Diana's wedding, not a place to contemplate endless possibilities about a relationship that didn't even happen. Anne continued to look straight ahead, avoiding the murmured whispers of people pondering Anne's questionable decision. It was finally Diana's turn to walk down the aisle, and she couldn't have looked any lovelier. She smiled at Fred, and Anne couldn't feel happier for them. The service was short but sweet, officially making Diana Mrs. Fred Wright. After the ceremony was over, Anne hurriedly ran out of the church to her car to escape the certain questions about Gilbert's rejected proposal. More importantly she wanted to dodge Gil and the new woman in his life. “Anne!” shouted Gilbert as he ran out the door trying to catch Anne. “Anne!” He sighed. “I'm too late.” “Everything all right, hun?” asked his date. “Yeah. Let's go to the reception now.” *** 1/14/2007, 11:51 am ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 2: A Wedding And A Fallout, Part II Anne did her best to avoid Gilbert and his date at the reception by floating around to various tables. “Well, well, well,” said Josie Pye, the official Avonlea brat. “If it isn't Anne Shirley herself-” “Hello, Josie,” Anne replied politely. “You looked good up there. You know what they say? 'Two times a bridesmaid and never a bride.' You had your chance, Anne.” “I know, Josie. I believe the expression is 'Three times a bridesmaid and never a bride.' The only thing you've had to wear twice is that stupid look on your face.” Josie became offended. “Well, I'm glad Gilbert is with Christine Stuart anyway. She's a better fit for him.” She walked out. So that's the girl's name, thought Anne. At least I got something out of this wedding. As part of her duties of being the maid of honor, it was Anne's task to deliver a toast. “Attention, everyone!” Anne began by clinking on her glass. “I just want to give a toast to the happy couple. Diana has been my best friend from Day 1, and we've been friends ever since. She's been there for me whenever I needed her, and no one deserves happiness as much as her. I remember us talking about this day as kids with every detail being planned out. The dream has finally come true. Fred, you're a lucky man. You're getting the best gal anyone can ask for. Take care of her for me.” “Of course I will,” Fred promised. A tear came to Anne's eyes. She continued. “I wish you two nothing but the best, and I expect a house full of screaming children some time in the future. Cheers!” Everyone raised a glass in honor of the Wrights. Gilbert took this as an opportunity to come face-to-face with Anne, but he was having trouble finding her since she avoided him all day. “Diana?” called Anne as she approached her. “What is it?” asked Diana. “I have to go. I can't stay here any longer.” “Why not?” “I feel so uncomfortable here; it's been hard for me all day to face everybody. But I did it. Just for you.” “I know, and I appreciate it.” “And now Gilbert's looking for me. I know that. That's why I have to get out of here now.” “I wish you could stay for the cake.” “Me, too.” Anne hugged Diana. “Have fun on your honeymoon. I meant what I said up there.” “Thanks, Anne. Take care of yourself.” Anne ran out of the reception hall. Gilbert saw Anne running and decided to go after her. “Christine, I'll be right back,” he told her. She nodded. Anne was about to get into her car before Gilbert caught up to her. “Anne!” he shouted. She recognized him and just glared. “What do you want?” “I want to talk.” “Right...” “Seriously, Anne-” “After telling me you love me, you go off with another girl. I see how it is.” She turned to unlock her car. “Anne, let me explain.” Anne crossed her arms and patiently waited for a response. “Christine means nothing to me. It's not her that I want...it's YOU!” “What?!” Anne was shocked. “It's true. I only brought her here because she's new, and she knew nobody. It was out of kindness and nothing more.” Anne was dumbfounded. “I just don't know what to say, Gil. It definitely looked like she had a thing for you, and if it wasn't, then it was a darn good acting job on her part.” “Listen to me. You mean more to me than anything. I love you. I've always loved you. I'm sorry I scared you the other day by asking you so suddenly, but I'm willing to make it up to you. So...I'm asking you again.” “Don't!” Anne cried. “I can't take it.” Gilbert was stunned. “Why?” “I...I just can't handle it all right now. I'm not ready.” “I may not be worthy to you now, but I will be someday.” “I don't want anything to change. Gil, you're too good for me. I just can't! Can't we go back to being friends?” Friends. He never knew that one word could hurt so much, but he didn't want to risk losing her entirely. He sighed. “Sure.” “Thanks, Gil.” She hugged him, trying to choke back her tears. “Don't forget me when you go to Kingsport,” Gilbert said, reluctantly letting her go. “I won't.” And with that, Anne drove off into the distance, leaving a lovesick Gilbert staring after her. 1/14/2007, 11:52 am ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 3: Starting Over A week had passed since Diana and Fred's wedding, and the frenzy that surrounded Anne and Gilbert had died down. It was time for Anne to start off new and to make her presence known elsewhere. At first she was hesitant about accepting a position as a teacher of an all girls school in Kingsport, but because of the traumatic events in her life the past couple weeks, she embraced the challenge. While the thought of leaving Green Gables saddened her, she felt that it was something she needed to do. On the morning of her departure, Anne took a long hard look around her room and the rest of the house. It would be a year until she would experience the comforts of home again, and she wanted to savor her last moments in it. Marilla had taken the liberty of making Anne a hearty breakfast and packed her food to take with her on her trip because she absolutely dreaded the thought of Anne blowing her money on abominable fast food. It was finally time to go. Anne all ready put her suitcases in the trunk of her car, and all that was left was for Anne to say her goodbyes. “I'm going to miss you so much!” Anne cried as she hugged Marilla. “I'll miss you, too,” Marilla said as she reluctantly let go of her adoptive daughter. “Call me once you get to Kingsport.” “I will.” “Avoid any suspicious looking drivers on the freeway, and try to get there in one piece.” Anne laughed. “I'll try.” “Stay out of trouble now, you hear?” Marilla advised with a slight grin. “I promise.” “And call me if you need anything or just want to talk.” Anne nodded. The two hugged again. “Goodbye!” Marilla watched as Anne got into the driver's seat and drove off into the distance. She prayed that everything would be all right. *********************************** The drive from Avonlea went pretty smoothly most of the way. Two-thirds way into the trip Anne decided to stop for gas after seeing how low the gauge was and remembering Josie Pye learning the hard way that “E stands for empty, not extra ten miles.” After filling up the tank and paying for the gas, Anne turned the ignition back on only to have it not turn on. She tried it again, and it still wouldn't start. She took the key out and put it back in, hoping that somehow the ignition would miraculously turn on. It didn't. Anne got out of her car and propped open the hood; she stared at it not knowing what to do. I wish Matthew were still alive, Anne thought. He could have taught me a few things about cars. Meanwhile a man had been watching Anne having her car troubles. He was tall, dark, and handsome and was minding his own business until he noticed a pretty little redhead walk past him to pay for gas. She was unlike anyone he'd ever seen before. All the girls that he had been associated with were high maintenance blond and brunette types, but this girl was something else. Seeing that she had no idea what to do with her car, he decided to go over to her to help her out. “Need a hand?” Anne looked over her shoulder and saw the stranger standing behind her. “No, thanks. I can handle it.” “Are you sure?” he asked. “Do you know what you're doing?” “Of course I know what I'm doing!” Not. “I'm just going to check the radiator.” “And where is that?” “Umm...right there.” Anne pointed to it. “Actually, it's right there,” he corrected her by pointing to the correct location. “Oh.” She blushed in embarrassment. Dang it! “Why don't you just let me help you?” he asked. “I'm on my way to Kingsport, which isn't too far from here, I guess. I think I can get it on my own and make it there on time.” “Suit yourself.” He acted as if he was going to walk away while she turned towards the car. Kingsport? Refusing my help? This girl really is something, he thought. Anne, what are you doing? She asked herself. He's just trying to help you out, but I think I can do this myself...yeah right. Who am I kidding? I'll be here until midnight, and I'll be in the same exact spot I'm in now. Anne turned around again to see the stranger still standing there. “Actually, I'd love your help,” she admitted. He just smiled. “It's about time.” He moved his car from his parking spot to where Anne's car was at the pump. He walked around to the trunk where there were jumper cables and propped up the hood to his car. From there he hooked one end to his engine and the other to Anne's engine. “Try it again,” he said. She put the key into the ignition and tried turning it on again. It still didn't work. “NO!” she cried. “I'll be here 'til midnight!” She put her head on the steering wheel. “It's okay,” the stranger reassured. “Let me adjust the cables, and we'll try it again.” Anne turned the key one last time, and to her delight if finally worked. “Yay!” she exclaimed. “Thank you so much. I couldn't have made it without you.” “You're definitely welcome,” he said as he walked towards the driver side door. “I'm glad I could help.” “Sorry I don't know your name...” “It's Jack. Jack Garrison.” “Well, Jack, I'm awfully grateful for you.” “Thanks, Miss...” “Anne. Anne Shirley.” “I hope I'll get to see you again sometime.” “I have to get going. I have to get to Kingsport in time so my new boss won't get jump on me. Thank you again!”Anne gave him a smile and drove off. Jack sighed. He stared straight ahead and wondered. So...do you have any plans today? No? Have any plans for tomorrow? No? Do you want to take yourself on a little road trip? Absolutely. *** 1/14/2007, 12:00 pm ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 3: Starting Over, Part II Anne finally arrived in Kingsport in the late afternoon, and as promised she called Marilla to assure her that she was okay. Her next task was to arrive at Kingsport Ladies College and to meet the principal Katherine Brooke. The school was not an actual college but a private high school for young girls. The school's history had gone way back, and the Board of the school refused to change the name. Anne had been warned by many people that Kingsport would be a tough town. The people were notorious for looking down on outsiders and flashing their wealth and ostentatious attitudes. Ms. Brooke also had the reputation of being an army general; the girls at the school had secretly nicknamed her “Hitler.” While the stories Anne had heard were to make her feel intimidated, she was determined not to let it get in her way. She made it to the school and found herself in Ms. Brooke's office. Anne wasn't feeling nervous before, but now she felt a few butterflies in her stomach. Ms. Brooke had her back turned to Anne before she heard her enter her office. “Miss Shirley, I presume?” Ms. Brooke began. “Yes,” Anne managed to stutter out. “Welcome to Kingsport.” “Thank you for having me, Ms. Brooke.” “Don't get excited too easily. Kingsport is a tough town, and here at KLC, we do not break from tradition.” Her stern look and voice had Anne feeling uncomfortable. “We have rules that have been set ever since the founding of this school, and we do not intend on changing it anytime soon. Therefore, our methods and policies and remained as well, and I intend on keeping it that way.” Anne nodded, but before she could say anything, Ms. Brooke continued. “I expect every aspect in that English class of yours to be perfected. Do you understand?” “Yes.” That was all Anne could say. “Good. You will begin your class tomorrow; you may head off now. Goodbye.” She turned around again, signaling for Anne to leave. As soon as she walked out of KLC, she immediately thought, What did I get myself into? ******************************** It had been a long day, and it was time for Anne to catch some sleep. As a part of her contract, KLC had made arrangements for Anne to stay at an apartment near the campus. The rent for each month would automatically be deducted from her paycheck, so that would be one less thing for her to worry about. To her surprise, the apartment actually looked nice. It wasn't filthy or infested with rats like she expected, and it was a nice size for her to relax in. Before heading off to bed, Anne decided to climb up to the roof to gaze at the stars. Once she was up there she noticed that she wasn't alone. A man was standing near the ledge of roof to gaze at the stars as well. Like Jack whom she met earlier, he was tall, dark, and handsome, yet there was something else about him. He had that suave sophistication that Jack didn't have. Refusing to let herself be caught up with her recent trend with guys, Anne went to the ledge of the roof and was taken aback with the starry sight. “It's beautiful,” she whispered. The man walked over to her. “Do you like to watch?” Anne smiled and nodded. She noticed a slight grin on his face but turned to look at the stars. He definitely was handsome, and she was glad it was dark so he wouldn't see her blush. “I haven't seen you here before. Did you just move here?” he asked “I did. Today's my first day,” Anne replied. “What do you think of Kingsport?” “It's not Avonlea, I can tell you that!” He laughed. “Hang in there. Don't let those snobby Pringles tell you what to do. I'm usually not in town because of school, but if you ever need anything, let me know.” “Thank you for the offer.” “I'm Roy Gardner, by the way.” “Anne Shirley. Pleased to meet you.” She held out her hand. “Me, too.” He took it. “If you'd excuse me, I have to get going. My first day at KLC is tomorrow, and I have to be punctual or else my head's going in the guillotine.” “Okay. Good night!” “Good night.” ********************************** Tomorrow would be a busy day, and Anne needed all the rest she could get. Before going to sleep, she looked at the pictures she had brought with her: Green Gables, Marilla and Matthew, and her with Diana and Gilbert as kids. Things weren't going to be the same anymore, and she knew she had to get used to that somehow. 1/14/2007, 12:01 pm ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 4: A Rough Day Anne knew she had a big day ahead of her the minute she woke up. Her tasks were to overcome the condescending Pringle clan, make a good impression on the naysayers, and to teach her students language and literature. After eating breakfast and getting ready, she went out the door to begin her year long quest. She arrived early at KLC because she knew arriving late on her first day at work would not make the best impression. Anne got settled in her classroom and planned the day's assignments. As she wrote the lessons on the board, she heard a stern voice behind her. “Remember what I told you yesterday,” warned Ms. Brooke. Anne turned around, seeing Katherine's grim look before walking away. Oh boy, thought Anne. This is going to be a long day... One by one the girls entered the classroom. Most of the girls were Pringles, led by their “leader” Jen Pringle. She was the worst one out of all of them; she was known to be a teacher's pet to her teachers that had close connections with her parents and would be an absolute pain-in-the-butt to those teachers that weren't Pringles. Her track record was a mile long, yet because of her parents' huge financial backing of the school, school officials chose not to do anything with her. Her tactics began even before class was in session. Jen's first target of the day was Emmeline Harris, a girl who she considered to be “degrading the value of Kingsport.” “Hey, four eyes!” yelled Jen. “Get a life, will ya? You're so not with the in-crowd.” Emmeline looked over at Jen to see her giving her a bogus smile like Paris Hilton's and flicking her off. She looked in the different direction. “Sucka!” snickered Jen. “Attention, class!” commanded Anne. The class stopped and turned around. “Thank you. I am Miss Shirley, your new English teacher, and I will be with you for the rest of the year.” Jen took this as an opportunity to begin throwing spitballs at Anne. “Excuse me!” yelled Anne. Jen looked all innocent. “Don't look all innocent. I saw you throwing those spitballs,” Anne said. “What's your name?” “Jen Pringle,” she stated. “Please stop throwing them, Jen.” “I will.” “Thank you.” A smirk appeared on Jen's face. She had other tricks up her sleeve to scare off this Miss Shirley. “As I was saying,” Anne continued, “our goal for this year is to improve our writing skills and to get a better understanding on literature...please remove those headphones, Jen!” The class looked at Jen, seeing that she had Eminem on her iPod at full blast. “What?” Jen asked “Remove those headphones from your ears at once,” Anne requested. “Okay,” Jen stated dully. “And if I see that iPod out one more time during class, I will confiscate it. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Very well then.” Anne had a weird feeling in her gut. She knew she hadn't seen the last of Jen Pringle's antics. “Now class, I would like for you all to write one page on what you did over the summer. This way I can get to know you all a bit better, and I can see where you are at in your writing.” The girls got to writing, and Anne sat at her desk. She reached in to grab a pen only to be frightened with what she discovered. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” screamed Anne. She flung out the snake that had been in her desk towards her students. They were frightened as well except for Jen; she was the one to place the serpent when Anne wasn't looking. She was sitting in the back laughing. “Jen Pringle! Take this snake out of this classroom at once!' Anne commanded. “Okay,” Jen said as she picked up the reptile. “Are you ready to take a trip, little buddy?” Anne shook her head. Please let this day be over with! “Continue on with your writing, girls.” “Everybody look out!” Jen shouted as she entered the room again. She put firecrackers in the trash can and watched them ignite. Everyone ran to the back corner of the classroom as the firecrackers went off. The smoke detectors went off and signaled the fire alarm. Evacuation of the building was mandatory. “Miss Shirley, what is going on here?” demanded Ms. Brooke. “Jen Pringle has been giving me trouble all day,” Anne explained. “She put firecrackers in the trash can, but before that she put a snake in my desk!” “I would like to have a word with you tomorrow morning in my office before school starts.” Anne sighed. She didn't even have a chance to begin teaching yet, and now she was going to be fired? Nothing made sense to her now. School officials panicked at the news of the evacuation and decided to close the school for the rest of the day. Floods of calls came in, demanding to know what happened and requesting that Anne resign from the school. Anne was aware of all this, but she wasn't going to give up without a fight. How dare they demand that she quit after she barely had a chance of showing them what she could do? It wasn't fair. Just because one girl wanted to ruin her class didn't exactly mean that the others were just like her. Even if they did hate her, they didn't say it out loud, and that had to mean something. *** 1/14/2007, 12:08 pm ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Anne decided to get in her car and to drive around town to clear her mind but was surprised to see the same little red Corvette that she had seen the day before parked next to her. “Anne!” Jack called. “Jack?” she asked. “What are you doing here?” “I was driving around town and ended up here.” “How'd you find me? I mean, you do know that this is a private all girls high school and not a place to pick up chicks, right?” “Yeah.” “Because if anyone saw you here with one of these girls, you could be arrested for being with a minor.” “I'm not here to see them. I came here to see you.” “What do you want?” “To get to know you better.” “Well, you know I work here now. That's a start.” “Yeah.” “Anyway, I gotta go, Jack. I have to make lesson plans for tomorrow. I'll see you later.” Anne got in her car and sped off. Jack had a smirk on his face. You haven't seen the last of me, Anne Shirley. How did he find me? Anne thought. He never told me how, and that's bothering me! After passing by a couple blocks, she decided to go into a book store to pick out a novel to help pass time. As soon as she went in, she heard murmurs all around her talking about the firecrackers incident. Here we go again... “How dare they allow such despicable behavior?” asked one man. “Dad, it wasn't Miss Shirley's fault,” replied the man's daughter. “Jen Pringle was being a pain to her all day. She didn't even allow her to teach her class since she was being so rude.” “That's not any excuse though.” Anne looked in an aisle only to see Emmeline Harris and her father discussing the day's events. “Miss Shirley!” called Emmeline. “Hello,” Anne answered politely. “I want to say that I thought you handled the situation well despite everything. Jen Pringle...she's never been nice to anyone unless she wants something. She makes fun of me all the time.” “Oh. Well...” “This is my father, Morgan Harris.” “How do you do, sir?” Anne greeted. “Not very well since I've heard what happened today,” Morgan replied. “How could you let such a thing happen?” “Dad!” yelled Emmeline. “You stay out of this!” he commanded. “I can't believe KLC would tolerate this,” Morgan continued, “letting an unqualified person just waltz right in and take over-” “Excuse me, sir, but you've only heard one side of the story,” Anne began. “It is not my fault that this town has serious issues with outsiders. How dare you judge me because of where I come from? Have you no common sense? I'm sorry that the action of one girl determined others' opinions of me, but if you expect me to resign of this one incident, think again!” She stormed out of that book store and went back in her car. “Great, Dad,” Emmeline said sadly. “Now look at what you've done.” “That Miss Shirley is something else,” Morgan said. Anne leaned her head back on her seat. Now what? What am I going to do? Just quit and go home? I can't do that. I just barely got settled in here. After much thought, she decided it was time to get a bite to eat and to think less. She settled on a nice little pizza place at a corner and decided to eat there. When she entered, she heard someone calling her name. “Anne!” She looked to her right and saw Roy. He went up to her from his booth. “Roy? What are you doing here?” she asked. “Just grabbing a bite to eat,” he responded. “Are you hungry? There's a pizza all ready at my booth.” “Okay.” She went over and helped herself to a hot slice of pizza. “You don't look too well, Anne,” Roy stated. “Today hasn't been the best day,” Anne said softly. “What went wrong?” She told him the mishaps of the day starting with the annoying Pringle entrances and ending with the brief argument with Morgan Harris. At the end of her tale, she looked exhausted. “I might get fired!” she cried. “Anne, listen to me,” Roy began. “Those Pringles don't know what the hell they're talking about. They're just upset that their own kind wasn't smart enough to take the job. Don't listen to them. You're strong, Anne. You can take them. All you have to do now is to get them back at their own game. You can't give up now.” “I know. I know. I just...” “Just what?” “I don't know. I guess I'm scared; that's what.” “Don't be. I know you can handle it.” “You think so?” “I know so.” Anne looked at Roy and blushed. “Thanks.” “Don't mention it. If you ever need anything, just give me a call.” Roy wrote out his home and cell phone numbers on a napkin. “Thanks for listening. It means a lot to me, especially on a rough day like this,” Anne said. “Anytime.” “Roy, I think I better get going. I need to get home to prepare myself for tomorrow if you know what I mean.” “Okay. Anne, I'm not leaving for school until next week, so I'd like to get to know you a bit better before I leave. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” A date? With me? “Sure,” Anne replied. “I'd love to.” “Great! How about I'll meet you up on the roof of our complex at 7:30?” “Sounds good.” Anne gave Roy a hug goodbye. “Bye!” “Bye.” ******************************** Before Anne even started her engine, she sat in the driver's seat of her car and just thought about everything that had happened to her in the last few weeks. Gilbert had proposed, she rejected him, Diana got married, all of Avonlea wanted to see how she and Gilbert would react to each other, Gilbert proposed yet again, she rejected him again, she moved to Kingsport, she was challenged by a juvenile delinquent by the name of Jen Pringle, all the KLC parents wanted her removed, and she had a date with Roy scheduled for tomorrow night. Not to mention that there was a handsome man with a red Corvette that drove all the way from the middle of nowhere to Kingsport just to see her. I could use a vacation... thought Anne. She finally started the car and shifted the gear to drive and went on her way back to her apartment. At a red light, she noticed a figure of a man that looked vaguely familiar. Gil? “Gil!” Anne screamed. She had forgotten that her windows were rolled up. The man turned around slightly to look at another pedestrian behind him and then walked away. It wasn't him, but Anne thought it was him looking at him from behind. “No,” Anne moaned. She wanted someone to talk to in this town where she felt like an outcast. She wanted someone that she could relate to and could laugh with. After a sigh, the light turned green, and Anne continued on her way home. 1/14/2007, 12:08 pm ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 5: On the Verge of Payback Anne woke up the next morning ready to face the upcoming challenges ahead of her. She was aware that everyone wanted her gone, but she had other ideas in mind. But before she could do anything, someone called her cell phone. “Hello?” “Anne!” greeted Diana. “Diana? What are you doing?” asked Anne. “I'm just checking on my best friend. Is that a crime?” Diana teased. “No,” Anne answered. “So how's Kingsport?” “Rough. Very rough.” “Aww. What happened?” Anne began to explain, beginning with her encounter with Jack at the gas station and how she thought he followed her to Kingsport. She then went on about how Jen Pringle was ten times worse than Josie Pye and how her job was in jeopardy because of Jen's stupidity. “Do you think they'll force me to leave? I didn't even have a chance to start anything yet.” Anne looked down at her feet. “No. You'll win them over. I know you will. Just look at what you've done with Rachel Lynde. Remember?” Diana tried to cheer her up. “Oh yeah.” Anne laughed. “Thanks, Diana. I don't know what I'd do without you. Oh, I have a date tonight.” “Really? With whom?” Diana was all curious. “Roy Gardner.” The name sounds familiar, thought Diana. “Is he handsome, Anne?” “Very. He's charming too and is one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. He fits my description of a dream guy.” Diana couldn't resist asking the question that had been on her mind for awhile. “But what about Gilbert?” “Gil?” Anne hadn't really thought about him except when she thought she saw him yesterday. “He's just a friend. Besides, he's with Christine Stuart now.” “Ah, I see,” Diana said softly. You love him, Anne! Won't you admit it? “I have to go, Diana. I have a meeting first thing with the principal over what happened yesterday. I'll talk to you later. Bye!” “Bye!” Anne hung up and prepared herself for the worst. After getting dressed, she went out the door to face the Pringles and Ms. Brooke. ********************************* “You wanted to see me, Ms. Brooke?” Anne asked as she stood outside Katherine's office. “Yes, Miss Shirley. Have a seat,” Katherine replied. “Miss Shirley, I've received numerous complaints from parents about yesterday's incident, and they've requested your resignation. Captain Morgan Harris, a major sponsor of this school and father of Emmeline Harris, has pulled his funding from the school entirely. Other parents are threatening to do the same. I think it is best that you resign before the whole student body drops out entirely.” Anne couldn't take it any longer. “I'm sorry, Ms. Brooke, but I refuse to be ordered around by a group of ludicrous individuals! They refuse to hear my side of the story! They listen to no one but themselves and just want me out of there because I am not like them. None of those ill-natured parents were in that classroom yesterday except for me and my students, so they have no right talking about me or my methods that I did not even have a chance to begin. As for Morgan Harris, he is a curt man who is way too into himself. And as for the lost revenue for the school, I will get you that money back.” “How?” Katherine had no idea how this new teacher could just slip into town, turn the school upside down, and promise to regain lost money for KLC. “I will put on a play with each student of mine participating in it. Tickets will be $100 a piece, so with one hundred people in attendance, you will have $10,000 back into your pockets.” “But $100 per ticket?” “Pringles would stop at nothing to see their daughters' names in that program, no matter what the cost, am I right?” “Yes.” “Then that settles it.” “Do what you want, Miss Shirley. But I will not take any responsibility for the outcome of this play should it fail.” “That sounds fair enough.” “May I suggest that Jen Pringle take the role in whatever play you plan to put on? Her parents are the richest people in town, and I know that they would like to see their daughter have maximum time on stage.” Anne got up from her seat and headed to her classroom. “We'll see about that, Ms. Brooke.” ************************************ Class began for the day and had a much different tone than the day before. “Today, I'm handing out your first major assignment. We will be studying a play, Mary, Queen of Scots. In one month, we will be putting this production on as a fund raiser for our school. Auditions will begin at the end of the week, and I will give you the selected passages for each character tomorrow. Besides putting on a production, we will be studying the underlying elements of the play such as symbolism and dramatic irony and so forth.” Anne continued the day's lessons with hardly any interruption. She took what she could because she knew Jen Pringle wouldn't be silent for long. When class was dismissed for the day, Jen went up to Anne. “Miss Shirley, I would like to play Mary,” Jen declared. “Jen, I would love to give you the role, but it wouldn't be fair for the other girls,” Anne began. “Since the audition will be in front of everyone, you will get to see their interpretation of the role for yourself, and from there you can tweak your performance if you choose depending on how you think they did. Does that sound fair?” “Yes, Miss Shirley.” And with that, Jen left the classroom. *************************** The dreadful day that Anne had been preparing for wasn't quite like she expected, not that she complained or anything. She walked out to her car and spotted the same red Corvette she saw yesterday. “Hey, Beautiful,” Jack greeted. “What do you want, Jack?” Anne asked. “I wanna talk to you,” he said. “I can't. I have to go.” She put her papers in the passenger seat of her car. “Wait a minute.” Jack grabbed her arm. “I know you don't have to make lesson plans this early.” “Actually, I have plans for tonight that don't involve you.” She got away from his grip. “Oh really?” “Yes. I have a date with another man, thank you very much.” “And who is this guy?” “Like I'm going to tell you. Do me a favor, Jack Garrison. Leave me alone!” Anne got in the driver's seat and slammed the door before putting on her seat belt. Noticing that she had left her window open, Jack put his hands on her face and turned her head so she could look at him. “Anne, I'm in love with you.” She couldn't believe it. Jack took a step back, but before he could get too far back, Anne slapped him across the face as hard as she could and drove off. I know I sound crazy for thinking of this, Jack thought, but I think I love her even more with that slap she just gave me... *** 1/14/2007, 12:14 pm ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Anne arrived home and hurried up with her chores around the apartment before getting ready to meet with Roy. As she made her lesson plans for the next day, Jack's words floated through her head: Anne, I'm in love with you. What was he thinking? Anne thought. He doesn't even know me! All he did was help me jump start my car, and now he's in love with me? What's wrong with him? Is he on something? She slapped her forehead to stop thinking about Jack and continued to get ready for Roy. After taking a shower and drying her hair, she put on a touch of make up and pondered about what to wear. Jeans? Too casual. Ball gown? Way too fancy. A nice skirt with a flowery top? That'll work. Anne took one last look at herself in the mirror before heading up to the roof. She had no idea why Roy would want to meet her there instead of at his apartment or hers, but when she got up there, the sight she saw took her breath away. Roy had transformed the rooftop completely, adding white lights around the borders of the area and creating an intimate space in an open area. He had a table set for two and had ordered Italian food, somehow knowing that Anne liked it. In one corner stood two violinists who he hired for the night to serenade his date. Anne was touched. “Roy, this is beautiful!” she gasped. “Do you like it?” he asked. “Like it? I love it!” Anne hugged him. “I'm glad you love it.” Roy smiled. “Care to join me for dinner, mademoiselle?” “Of course, monsieur.” Roy pulled out Anne's chair like a true gentleman before getting settled himself. They chatted while they dined, and while it wasn't like being with Gilbert or Diana at dinner, Anne found herself liking Roy. Not only was he handsome and charming, but he exemplified the characteristics of a true gentleman, something Anne always had wanted ever since she was a little girl. A man that could sweep her off her feet and take her away from her misery. As soon as the violinists completed their Bach duet, Roy asked them to play something more romantic. “May I have this dance?” Roy held out his hand. “Of course.” Anne took his hand. They danced steadily to the beat of the music underneath the stars. While this should have been moment where Anne would get lost in the music, she found her mind drifting back to Avonlea. Oh the summers where she could be free and do as she please. Gilbert would often join her in her walks, and they'd talk about anything and everything and laugh over silly things. How she missed him... Enough! Anne thought. Gilbert is nowhere near here. He's out of the picture. It's Roy that I should be focusing on, not Gilbert. After the song was finished, Anne told Roy that she had to go in order to teach the next day. He walked her down to her apartment. “Roy, thank you so much for tonight. I truly enjoyed it,” Anne said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You're welcome, my dear,” Roy said with a grin. “I'd love to do something like this again.” “Me, too.” “Do you want to see a movie tomorrow night? That's if you're not busy or anything.” “I'd love to.” “Goodnight, Anne.” “Goodnight, Roy.” Roy leaned in and gave Anne a gentle kiss. He put his hand to her cheek. “Take care of yourself.” He kissed her cheek and then went back up to the roof to clean up. Anne got the key to her apartment and unlocked the door. She went in, closed the door, and leaned on it. “Maybe things won't be so bad after all...” 1/14/2007, 12:15 pm ladybell101 Dance Card Stealer Global user Registered: 12-2006 Posts: 100 Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)  |  Re: Where My Heart Belongs Chapter 6: More Drama And A Different Perspective Anne's first week at Kingsport went by in a hurry. Jen Pringle's rebellious attitude was kept at a minimum, which made life in the classroom much easier for Anne and everyone else, but Anne didn't want to push her luck. Many parents had filed their complaints to the school board but decided not to take action until after the debut of Mary, Queen of Scots, which they hoped would fail miserably even though they were more than willing to pay $100 per ticket. Anne took it all in stride and simply ignored every hateful comment directed at her while teaching her students. Auditions for the play went relatively smooth, but although Emmeline Harris proved to have the most talent for the role of Mary, Jen Pringle ultimately won the part due to her tremendous ego. Everyone involved in the production knew it and didn't question it, including Emmeline. While she was disappointed not to win the part that she worked so hard for, she was awarded with the title of Jen's understudy for her efforts, much to Jen's chagrin and Morgan Harris' disapproval. “What is going on here?” demanded Morgan after picking up his daughter late from auditions. “We were auditioning for the play Mary, Queen of Scots, the class project and fundraiser,” Anne replied calmly. “Emmeline, I thought I told you not to participate in any school activities after I pulled the funds out of this dreadful institution!” “But Dad,” she begged, “it's required! And besides, I want to participate in this. It's my only chance to actually have fun, be with my friends, and do something academic at the same time!” “I said 'no'!” “But Dad -” “Get in the car, Emmeline.” “Fine! You never let me do anything!” She stormed out of the auditorium and got into her father's Jaguar. Morgan turned and looked directly at Anne. “This is all your fault!” “My fault? Excuse me, sir, but my teachings have nothing to do with the way you raise your daughter,” Anne responded. “If you haven't been hired, this fiasco wouldn't have happened!” “Whether you like it or not, Morgan Harris, this production will go on! I'm sorry if you do not approve of it, but this is for the benefit of the school as a whole and not to appease an impertinent man like yourself.” Anne was furious now. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get home.” She angrily walked past him, trying not to let her temper get the best of her. Morgan was simply bemused at the fact that a teacher could say such a thing to a man of his stature and was secretly impressed at such boldness. In the meantime, Jack had been waiting for Anne. She had refused to speak to him after slapping him the other day, and in some sick way, it made Jack fall even more in love with her. He was used to getting what he wanted out of women with his looks and charm, but Anne was different. Not only was she intelligent and opinionated, but she was also stubborn, a quality that reminded Jack a lot of himself. He had waited for her every day after school this week and was not sure of what was keeping her so late. He didn't see her car anywhere, but he didn't see her leave either. Was something wrong with her car? Did it finally die after he helped jump start it for her? Jack decided to sit it out and wait, but he wasn't alone. He noticed a Thunderbird parked in Anne's usual spot and saw that a man was sitting there waiting for somebody. Bored with the commercials playing on the radio, Jack got out of the car and decided to chat with this man. “Hey,” he greeted. “Hey,” the man greeted back. “Are you waiting for somebody?” “Yeah. You?” “Yeah.” Roy knew perfectly well the man he was talking to. Anne had told him all about it: Jack Garrison had followed her to Kingsport and wanted to know everything about her. He waited for her every day after school. She didn't want to blow him off entirely, thinking it would be rude to do so, but then again, she didn't want him bugging her. Jack didn't seem to comprehend the meaning of “no”, so Anne asked Roy to wait for her after auditions to see if Jack would stop following her after seeing that she was with someone else. “Who are you waiting for?” Jack asked. “My girlfriend. You?” Roy asked. “My girlfriend, too.” “Ah.” This man is completely stupid, thought Roy. Can't you see that Anne wants nothing to do with you? Roy spotted Anne coming out of the auditorium and smiled to himself. Let's see who your “girlfriend” goes to now... “Roy!” Anne greeted him with a hug and a kiss, knowing Jack was there watching. “Hey, babe,” he greeted her back. “How was work today?” “All right, I guess.” “What do you want to do now?” “Oh, I don't know. Surprise me. You know I love surprises.” “Your wish is my command.” There was a smirk on Roy's face. He opened the passenger side door for Anne and let her get in before getting in the driver's seat. “I hope your girlfriend shows up soon!” Roy yelled to Jack. And with that, he drove away. That son of a gun, thought Jack. He thinks he can just waltz right in and take Anne away from me. We'll see about that. After driving away, Anne told Roy to take her anywhere except her apartment because she had a feeling Jack would follow them there. He agreed and took her to the nicest restaurant in town. They were seated in a corner in the back of the room, and sure enough Jack had followed them there. “Oh my God, Roy!” Anne whispered from behind her menu. “He's here.” “Not on my watch,” Roy whispered back. He went up to the hostess and instructed her not to let Jack in the restaurant and left a $50 tip in advance. Luckily for Anne, the hostess that night was an ex-girlfriend of Jack's. “Welcome to La Strada. How may I help you?” greeted the hostess. “Hey, Michelle. Listen, I want a table for one somewhere near that back corner,” Jack pointed out. “And I wouldn't mind another date with you.” “Very funny, Jack, but that's not gonna cut it this time. You see, I've moved on since we broke up, and I've learned my lesson: never involve myself with guys like you. Now get out and leave before I kick you out of here.” “But Michelle, aren't you supposed to be doing your job?” “I am. I'm servicing the customers and making the atmosphere as pleasant as possible. I'm afraid your presence would ruin the atmosphere; now get out!” “Make me.” “Jack, don't make me call security because I will call them.” “C'mon, babe. I know how much you love me.” “Security!” Four bulky men appeared out of nowhere and escorted Jack to his car. They made sure that he went back to where he came from, giving Anne and Roy comfort in knowing that he was gone for the night. “Thank you for doing that, Roy,” Anne began. “He was really starting to scare me.” “You have nothing to be afraid of Anne as long as I'm here,” Roy reassured. “I promise as long as I'm here no one will hurt you.” Anne smiled. Maybe Roy was her knight in shining armor after all, and maybe Jack was the dragon that got in the knight's way of the princess. She kissed Roy and enjoyed the rest of the night without any worries. ******************************* Gilbert stared long and hard out of his bedroom window. This was his last weekend in Avonlea before heading off to Redmond to begin medical school. However, he knew things wouldn't be the same. As much as it killed him to be rejected twice by the woman that he loved the most, it killed him even more knowing that she was off in Kingsport, miles away from Redmond. He would rarely if not never get to see her face or hear her laugh. Anne wanted them to be friends; he wasn't so sure if he would do that. How could he be friends with her if she was the only thing he ever thought about? She was the last thing he saw before she went to sleep and the first voice he heard when he woke up. He had no idea how he could last an entire year at Redmond without going insane. Christine Stuart was now in his life whether he liked it or not. Her brother had told him to look after her, and he promised he would. Maybe she could get his mind off Anne if it was in a romantic way or not. Christine was definitely a sweet girl and a deep thinker, so they'd have no problem getting along. Gilbert sighed. He walked back to his bed and stared at a picture on his nightstand. It was of him with Anne back when they first decided to be friends in their youth, and he had his arm around her. How young they both looked! Anne was full of life and energy; her eyes clearly expressed that. “Anne, what went wrong?” Gilbert whispered. He had no clue. He had fallen in love with his best friend and made the tragic mistake of proposing to her. Twice. There was no way of taking it back now, but he would do anything to make everything the way it was before he asked her. Even if that meant giving up his dream of becoming a doctor, he would do it just for her. Gilbert knew he was a lovesick schoolboy, and he didn't care. Nothing really mattered to him anymore. All he knew was he was leaving for Redmond on Sunday to begin the longest year of his life. Gilbert went underneath the covers, put his head on his pillow, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep. 1/14/2007, 12:20 pm Page:  1  2  3  4  Powered by AkBBS 0.9.5b  -  Link to us   -  Blogs   -  Hall of Honour   -  Chat Click here to get your own free message board You are not logged in (login)      Board's time is: 12/2/2008, 12:13 am