The children woke up to the banging of pots, ringing in their ears. They looked up and saw a tall man with white hair, his face covered with a black mask. The children led back down in their beds, hoping to sleep a little later, but were forced up by the man's yelling.
"Get up, get up. Up, Lucky Smells workers! Yes, that includes you, orphans!" shouted the man.
"We weren't told that we would be working." explained Violet, climbing out of bed.
"We thought that we would just be living here." said Klaus, carefully climbing down the rickety ladder to the bottom bunk.
"Well, Sir told Foreman Flacutono to tell the orphans that they are working." the man said.
"Who's Foreman Flacutono?" asked Rowan.
"Me."
"Oh." the children said together, and walked out of the lumbermill.
They went outside to collect their uniforms, horrible green outfits that were far too large for them. Then, they saw a building next to the lumbermill.
"A building..." began Rowan.
"Right next to where we're living..." said Violet.
"That is shaped like the eye tattoo..." added Klaus.
"Veyefdee." finished Sunny, which meant, 'On Count Olaf's ankle.'.
"Get working!" screeched the foreman.
The children sighed and went over to the tools.
"I love log days!" exclaimed a man to them.
"Excuse me, but who are you and what are log days?" asked Klaus.
"My name is Phil, and log days are the best days at Lucky Smells! You're so lucky to have a log day on your first day here!" said the man brightly. "You get to chop wood!"
The children frowned at each other, trying to think what was so fun and exciting about chopping wood.
"Anyway, where are your parents?" asked Phil. "None of you really look if age to work."
"I'm the eldest and I'm fourteen. We're not of age to work." explained Violet.
"We're orphans." said Rowan.
Phil's eyes lit up. "Lucky! No curfews, no rules!"
The four orphans gave each other nervous glances.
"What do we do at the lumbermill?" asked Klaus.
"Well, children, working at a lumbermill is dangerous but extremely fun!" said Phil. "You have to chop wood and make boards, stamp the boards, tie the boards together, and load the boards into trucks!"
The children and Phil went over to the saws and picked one each before going over to a stick of wood each.
"How are we going to make this sticks into boards?" yelled Violet over the buzzing of machinery.
"I don't know!" shouted Rowan.
Klaus glanced at the foreman, who was standing just next to the saws. "I need a new saw!"
Klaus walked over to the foreman.
"Ha! The spoiled orphan needs a new saw!" shouted the foreman for everyone to hear. He stuck out his foot. Klaus tripped.
"Klaus!" shouted Violet, rushing over. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." said Klaus, standing up and picking up his glasses. "But my glasses aren't."
His glasses were completely crushed.
"Can you see?" asked Rowan.
"A little bit, but everything is mainly blurry." said Klaus.
The foreman walked up to Klaus and whispered. "It looks like somebody broke his glasses." Then, he turned to Phil, who was happily chopping wood. "Phil! Get the boy to Dr. Orwell!"
"Okay!" Phil happily said.
Phil led Klaus to the eye-shaped building.
"Are you sure this place is safe?" asked Klaus.
"Doctors may seem scary, but they are your friends!" exclaimed Phil.
Klaus swallowed and walked inside the building. They were met with a woman with short blonde hair and a white lab coat.
"Hello." stammered Klaus.
The woman smiled. "Hello. I am Dr. Georgina Orwell."
"Should I go?" asked Phil suddenly.
Dr. Orwell turned to him. "You can wait in the waiting room."
"Okay!" Phil said, walking through another door.
"Say goodbye to your friend." said Dr. Orwell.
"Goodbye?" asked Klaus.
Dr. Orwell led Klaus into her room before practically shoving him into a chair. Chains strapped Klaus into the chair.
"Is this really necessary? Most eye doctors-"
Dr. Orwell broke him off. "It's the standard procedure." she said, examining his eyes.
"Now, Klaus, I want you to look at this screen and when I ask you what you see, you tell me. Okay?" asked Dr. Orwell gently.
"Okay." Klaus nodded, swallowing again.
"Alright, let's begin." Dr. Orwell picked up a remote and pointed it at the screen. She then pressed a button, making the screen suddenly flick on.
A letter formed on the screen.
"An E or an A?"
"An A." answered Klaus.
"A or C?" asked Dr. Orwell slowly.
"A C." said Klaus.
"A sea or a lake?" asked Dr. Orwell.
Klaus jumped in his seat as a picture of Lake Lachrymose was shown on the screen.
"What-?"
"A reptile or an amphibian?" asked Dr. Orwell, showing a picture of the Incredibly Deadly Viper.
"That's-"
"Fire or accident?" asked Dr. Orwell loudly, showing the Baudelaire home ruins.
"How-?"
"Tell me what you see! Tell me what you see!"
She continued asking the boy questions, showing a picture of herself and then a picture of the Baudelaires and Rowan together.
"A parent or an arsonist?" she asked, showing a picture of the Baudelaires' mother.
"My mother was not a-" began Klaus.
"A parent or an arsonist?" shouted Dr. Orwell.
Suddenly, a person loomed over Klaus. "Yes, Bookworm. Tell us what you see."
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Baudelaires and a White
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