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Unsure. Carmelita Spats.

A/N I rly love  Carmelita so idc if yall don't!! If you guys like this one though, a part two might be on it's way.......This is inspired by another ASOUE book I read and I changed it to fit my writing style (Not copyright it wasn't some copy and paste lazy ass school paper, I said INSPIRED) 

I, Carmelita Spats, am unsure.

As I walked down the stairs with my adoptive mother I felt unsure.

Unsure is a word that means you aren't sure if what your doing is right.

So yes, I was very unsure.

I was unsure as I smelled smoke.

"County was right, fire." I whispered.

"Not now darling, I need that sugar bowl!!" Esmé yelled, hurrying down the steps.

I was unsure as I was yelled at because of some sugar bowl Esmé wanted.

I was unsure as I told her I was unsure, that made her angry.

I was unsure as I ran out of the hotel, I had to find help.

"HELP FIRE!!!!" I yelled.

I was unsure I would find help, until...

The Quagmires. Nobel people. Kind people.

They could help me.

They could fix me.

They could fight the fire.

And they could fight the unsure.

So they, we're how I changed my life for the better.

I, Carmelita Spats, felt lost.

For days I've sat with the Quagmires. It was nice they let me tag along.

I slept on the couch and attempted to help them with the Baudelaires.

I began to think about my father, my real one. I hoped I could see him again.

And yet, with all the hospitality, I felt lost.

I barely spoke, only the occasional: "yes.", "No thank you.", "Thanks." ,and "Please."

After everyone besides Duncan had gone up for bed, I lay my head on the couch pillows, clearly awake, but not there.

Duncan came over and sat on the floor next to me. "You used to be so loud and obnoxious ,but here you're quiet." He awoke me from my thoughts of my father.

I looked at him. The first time I had REALLY looked at him. I forced a smile. It was hard to really smile nowadays.

"I guess..." I answered.

His face fell. "I didn't mean it in a rude tone...."

"It's fine." I said, sitting up to see him better.

I, Carmelita Spats, felt hopeless.

I had been living with them for 7 months now. And no progress at all. I felt bad for Quigley, he often talked of Violet, who I learned was the oldest. I wish I had learned their names. I felt bad for Isadora, she often talked of Klaus, who seemed quite nice. So Duncan and I let them talk. About the good and bad, the happy and sad. We knew they appreciated the people who would listen, after 2 years of no one listening at all.

But I still felt hopeless.

I, Carmelita Spats, was halfway happy,

Everyone was so excited that the Baudelaire's had returned. However, I knew they hated me.

I didn't blame them. Even though Isadora explained what happened, they still seemed distrustful. But they had mostly forgiven, which made me mostly happy.

Duncan and I had become good friends. Isadora and Klaus read odd poems together.

And Violet and Quigley, well, they were smitten with each other.

Everyday was a new odd adventure for them. And I would often stay home with a baby the Baudelaire's came back with. Apparently she was a dead VFD volunteer's daughter. Her name was Beatrice. And she seemed to take a liking to me. So I cared for her.

Even though I never had a real mother figure. Esmé used me and my real mother barely talked to me. I think I had a bit of a motherly instinct.

It made me happy to have a home.

So I, Carmelita Spats, was halfway happy. And that was enough for me.

THE END

Hola Futher Muckers!!!!! How did u like it? Let me know if it needs editing or if i made a grammar/spelling mistake. (Grammarly dont do shit for moi) 

LoVe,

KK