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


