The true fighters

All i want is love

Isadora POV

As the sun rose, I practically fell out of bed.

"Beautiful sun,

I hope being on the run is done." I sang in a couplet form.

Then, the memories of Klaus hit me in the chest. I remember his deep voice. He was a year younger than me but still kept a strong eye out for danger. I remember him being taller than me and was in love with books, and his eyes and his glasses. I could go on and on about him until I saw this...

As I rushed downstairs, I saw the daily punctilo, neatly set out on the front table that Hector always orders a weekly paper each week. The sun rose slower and the rain bashed down faster. I just love rain for some reason.I just looked down at the paper and let out a loud scream and shredded some tears as I rushed up to Duncan's room.

"Duncan wake up!" I yelled not very clearly as my tears was overshadowing my voice.

" 5 more minutes." Duncan pleaded sleepily.

"No now." I snapped back letting out a few more tears.

Duncan arose from his sleep and looked like a ghost. A scary looking ghost. Was he shock when he saw me? Probably, I was a wreck.

"Izzy!" Duncan shrieked. "What happened to you!"

"It was-"

"Pardon?"

"Klaus."

"Who you are mumbling.

"It was Klaus Baudelaire!" I yelled clearly for Duncan to hear.

Duncan grabbed a tissue from his end table and chucked me a tissue.

"You will need more than one tissue." Duncan laughed chucking the box to me and turning on the t.v.

I sat on his bed as we were watching the little mermaid. A classic in the Quagmire home.