𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺3rd Person"OPEN your readers to page 32. We will we reading aloud Barry Cornwalls poem "The Fisherman." Mr. Phillips announced, and Althea did as he said. "Diana Barry, stand an begin." When Diana began, she immediately chopped up the word perilous. Althea sighed from in front of her, tapping her fingers on the wood desk. "Perilous indeed. Sit down." "Shirley. Up. Continue." She stood up, as she was told. Anne's voice startled Althea, and she jumped from a bench. Anne was using such a loud voice, and she didn't expect it to come from such a frail, small girl. As she finished, she was ordered to sit down. And the class erupted in chatter and laughter, a grim looked displayed on Althea pale face.
Althea watched in dismay from the classroom, her newest friend trying to get Gilbert to walk away from her. He, of course, was offering her an apple, and Althea was trying not to watch to intently. Instead, she was staring off into the fields, like she always did. Suddenly, Anne stood up from her seat, startling Althea, and her piece of bread fell to the ground. "Are you okay, Althea?" Ruby questioned from beside her, placing her hand on Althea's arm. and Althea nodded, looking out the window again to see Anne running away. Althea looked at the head of her best friend in sorrow.
After lunch, the students in Althea class were busy solving math problems while Mr. Phillips wrote them on the board. She sighed, bored out of her mind. But really, she was stuck in her mind, solving problems of her own. "I'M not talking to you!" Althea shouted, a crack sounded from behind her. She was too scared to look behind her. But when she did, she was met with Anne looking quite angry, and Gilbert holding his face. In Anne's hand was her slate, and she must of hit him with it. "Anne!" Althea exclaimed, and Gilbert's eyes were now trained on his brunette friend. "You just did." Gilbert walked back to his seat, and Althea snapped her head towards the board. She, of course, was quite angry with Anne at the moment, but she would soon get over it. "Shirley! get up here, now! What a vicious display, is that what they taught you in that orphanage?" Anne slowly walked up to the board, and everyone's yes were trained on her. "Unacceptable." the class continued to laugh and have other conversations. A glare was displayed on Althea face as Anne looked at the brunette. She knew she shouldn't act like that, but that is her best friend. "The rest of you, pipe down!" Althea decided to block out the rest of this conversation, as she already had enough worry and anger coursing through her veins that she did not need another reason to be anxious.
She snapped out of her thoughts as the door slammed open, and she turned her head around to see Anne running out. Althea gasped, looking over to Gilbert, who was staring out at Anne, while the yells of Mr. Phillips drowned out the laughs for the other children. Gilbert's eyes met Althea sad ones. She looked at him and rolled her eyes! She looked quite concerned, but she turned back to the board, clearing her throat. She had no idea what had had just happened, and she was so confused. "GILBERT Blythe! What is wrong with you!" Althea exclaimed, walking by Gilbert. He had a hand up to his face, and he was being very stubborn. It wasn't terrible, only a bit red and blotchy. He scowled at here, walking bit faster. She sighed, catching up to him.
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Silent beauty (Gilbert Blythe )
फैनफिक्शनAlthea had grown up in a family of five, with her being the youngest. She had inherited her father's sharp mind and her mother's beauty, which made her stand out from her siblings. However, life took a turn for the worse when she was only five years...
