Fire lighted up the cave you were in. The cold from outside left Goosebumps on your arms even though they were covered with a warm sweater. The cold feeling you had could have been because of the wintery storm outside or the fact that you were in a cave with Carmelita Spats. Her pink scouts outfit was the only thing that stood out in the entire cave.
She sat across from you staring at the fire as she was nibbling on her lip with her arms crossed. You looked brief at her as you quickly looked back down as you didn't want to stare at her for to long. You breathed out in shivers as you hoped she wouldn't recognize you. You still remembered when you attended Prufrock and Carmelita was always there to taunt you. She always used to call you...
"Cake sniffers!" – Carmelita suddenly shouted at the fire as she jumped up and stomped her foot angry on the ground. You laughed quietly as you were just thinking about her silly nickname for everyone as she yelled it loud over the entire cave. Prufrock was like a living hell for you as you could never escape her bittersweet taunting. The only thing or one that made you smile was Klaus Baudelaire.
He and his siblings attended Prufrock months later as they were Carmelita's new taunting toys. You met Klaus a few times in the library as it seemed like a home to him. After weeks you dared yourself to speak to him, but you were to shy so you chickened out. You were forced to talk to him when you helped him hide from Carmelita. You still remembered when you pulled him in a storage room with barely any light as he was confused and glad that you had helped him.
You awoke from your thoughts as Carmelita started to stomp around in the cave complaining loud about the cold. You were still scared of her and knew that if she found out who you were that she would freak or throw you off the cliff. To pretend her from seeing who you were, you wore a mask that covered up half of your face. It was one of those masks you would wear to a fancy ball.
No one found it strange as not far from you sat a boy with an entire fencing helmet on. This way Carmelita would never recognize you. You knew it was risky to pretend to be a part of the snow scouts, but you needed to escape that horrible school. Klaus and his siblings had left the school so there was no happiness for you to find their anymore. You thought once you found the right time you could just sneak out and run away, seeking your own happiness.
"Cake sniffers!" – Carmelita suddenly shouted as you jumped out of freight from her sudden loud voice. – "Carmelita Spats!" – you heard two voices say as you frowned deep, the boy with the fencing helmet got up and walked over to Carmelita to see who it was once he saw Bruce get up. Bruce was the scout leader who made Carmelita carry all the bags. You stumbled after him as you were curious to the new voices as you heard Carmelita shout at them.
You came standing behind Carmelita as you gasped soft at the sight of the person's. You couldn't believe that Klaus and Violet Baudelaire were standing before your eyes as Carmelita recognized them. – "No, we aren't them, we ... we are..." – Violet started as Klaus frowned at the sight of the boy's helmet and your mask. – "Uhm we are mountain climbers!" – he finished his sisters sentence as she nodded deep.
Bruce invited them out of the cold as she gave them warm clothes and a place to sleep. Klaus walked past you as he frowned deeper at you. You let him pass as you didn't want him to blow your cover or something and besides there might be a chance that he doesn't remember you. You only saved him one time from Carmelita's, the other times you just encountered him in the library. Carmelita puffed loud beside you as she gave you a mean look. – "Can you believe those cake sniffers!" – she asked you as you looked shocked for a moment. – "I know right!" – you replied trying to sound as convincing as you could. Carmelita took your arm as she pulled you towards the fireplace, you felt your muscles tense at her touch. It was like you couldn't breathe, being this close to your worst nightmare was horrifying.
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أدب الهواةAn assortment of Imagines of Klaus Baudelaire from 'A Series Of Unfortunate Events'