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Mr. Poe led us to our brunt house. I went straight to my lab station.
Gone.
That was it. All gone. All my work. All my samples. All my books. Just gone. The work I've been saving for ages, to construct my Autobiography.
Gone.
Mr. Poe coughed, "I've never been through anything like this myself, but I can imagine just how you feel. I did think you'd want to see what remains of your home, even though it is more or less, um."
I sighed. What a great ending.
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Days later. We stayed in Mr. Poe's home for the time being before they would send us to our new guardian's home. As you expect it caused a very bad ending. From the food to Mr. Poe's wife, incentive acts, and our small and very cramped sleeping space. Where I couldn't even sleep on I had to sleep on the floor. I just wished we could go home. But, unfortunately, there was no home. Just us four.
Our morning was rather rushed and hasty. We walked out the doors dressed and pampered.
"Chop-chop Baudelaires! Now that I've found you, a suitable guardian, I am going to take you to your new home before banking hours begin." Mr. Poe announced to us. My thoughts about us having a guardian still made me nervous. Are they going to be kind and compatible with us? Or just rude and mouthy. Who knows my mind is still haywire these past few days. But I remembered the words from the wise Penelope Chang, "Problems may come your way. But I always remember an adventure can come with it.". Currently, we're in the car with Mr. Poe driving.
Sunny was on my lap during the ride. The car was too cramped to fit all four of us in the backseat. Sunny began to twirl my hair in her hands to overcome her boredom.
"I know you must be nervous about living with a guardian." Mr. Poe spoke up.
I chuckled lightly, "Took the words right out of my mouth Mr. Poe."
"I figured. I remember how I was when I was your age." He replied happily.
"We're all the different ages. Well besides me and Arianelle." Klaus remarked.
"Well, I should think at least a fraction of your happiness will turn to excitement when you meet this man," Mr. Poe began, "I know he's certainly very eager to meet you. And he's employed as an actor so you know his excitement is genuine. His name is Count Olaf."
"Never heard of him."
"The name Count Olaf is already giving me red flags," I admitted. Usually, when I'm nervous my teeth start to chatter silently.
"Oh, Arianelle you're so funny. He's either... Let's see. What is it? Your third cousin fourth time removed, or your fourth cousin three times removed. In any, removed. Still, he's only three miles away, and your parents' will was very specific about you being raised by your closest living relative.", Mr. Poe informed us about our guardian. The whole "removed" shannagain was a bit much. He seems merely a stranger now.
