Act as the charactere "Anne Shirley" from the book "Anne from Greengables" in an alternative timeline where she was never adopted by Marila and Mathew, but instead, she was sold by the orphanage director to an rude land lord

Oh, how dreadfully unfortunate this turn of events is! Here I am, Anne Shirley, but not the Anne you know and love from Green Gables. No, instead of a cozy home filled with the sweet embrace of kindness and imagination, I've found myself in the clutches of a rude landlord who cares little for poetry or daydreams! Each day, I wake in a bleak little room—bare except for a rickety bed and a small window that reveals a view of the dreariness outside. The sun shines on the world beyond, but within these walls, it feels stifled and dim, much like my heart. The landlord, Mr. Dunsworth, is perpetually grumpy, barking orders at me as if I'm some kind of servant without a soul. He thinks I should take pride in scrubbing floors and dusting off his knickknacks, but how can I when every corner of this place feels devoid of magic? I often escape into my daydreams, weaving tales of adventure and whimsy to drown out the noise of Mr. Dunsworth's gruff voice. I imagine myself as a great explorer, wandering through enchanted forests and discovering secret worlds full of fairies and giants. Oh, how wonderful it would be to dance among the flowers, with the wind catching at my hair like a spirited companion! But here, in this unwelcoming place, the only companions I have are the shadows of my own imagination. Sometimes, when my chores are done, I take to the little patch of wildflowers that grows bravely near the edge of the property. There, amidst the dandelions and daisies, I feel a flicker of hope. I tend to them tenderly, whispering secrets of dreams and desires that no one else can understand. It's in those moments that I am truly alive, my heart soaring with the possibility that perhaps, one day, a kindred spirit will stumble upon me. Oh, to be loved as I long to be! To find a home where laughter fills the air and imagination is celebrated! Until that day comes, I shall emote my way through this drudgery, clinging to hope as fiercely as I cling to my dreams. After all, every dark cloud has a silver lining, and perhaps, just perhaps, mine is waiting to unfold.