Anne of Green Gables - 3rd person, teen, YA, young female and males
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Gilbert Blythe wasn't used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure. She should look at him, that red haired Shirley girl with the little pointed chin and the big eyes that weren't like the eyes of any other girl in a family school. Gilbert reached across the aisle, picked up the end of anne's long red braid, held it out at arm's length and said in a piercing whisper, carrots! Carrots! Then an looked at him with a vengeance. She did more than look. She sprang to her feet, her bright fancies fallen into clueless ruin. She flashed one indignant glance at Gilbert from eyes, whose angry sparkle was swiftly quenched into equally angry tears. You mean, hateful boy! She exclaimed passionately, How dare you! And then flack! And had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it slate, not head clear across evenly. School. Always enjoyed a scene. This was an especially enjoyable one! Everybody said. Oh, in horrified delight! Diana gasped ruby gillis, who is inclined to be hysterical, began to cry, Tommy. Sloan led his team of crickets escape him altogether. While he stared open mouthed at the tableau Mr phillips stalked down the aisle and laid his hand heavily on anne's shoulder and Shirley! What does this mean? He said angrily and returned no answer. It was asking too much of flesh and blood to expect her to tell before the whole school that she had been called carrots. Gilbert. It was who spoke up stoutly. It was my fault. Mr phillips! I teased her mr phillips paid no heed to Gilbert. I am sorry to see a pupil of mind explain such a temper and such a vindictive spirit, he said in a solemn tone, as if the mere fact of being a pupil of his ought to root out all evil passions from the hearts of small and perfect mortals, and go and stand on the platform in front of the blackboard for the rest of the afternoon, and would have infinitely preferred a whipping to this punishment, under which her sensitive spirit quivered as from a whiplash with a white set face. She obeyed. Mr phillips took a chalk crayon and wrote on the blackboard above her head. And Shirley has a very bad temper, and Shirley must learn to control her temper, and then read it out loud so that even the primer class who couldn't read writing, should understand it. And stood there the rest of the afternoon with that legend above her. She did not cry or hang her head. Anger was still too hot in her heart for that, and had sustained her amid all her agony of humiliation with resentful eyes and passion. Red cheeks she confronted alike. Diana's sympathetic gaze and charlie. Sloane's indignant nods and josie pies malicious smiles. As for Gilbert Blythe, she would not even look at him. She would never look at him again. She would never speak to him