A Clusterfuck of Things Going Wrong 2

Chapter 4

"A makeover?" Ivy asked, after Klaus had finished telling her about yesterday's events. "What do you think he meant?"

"I don't know..," answered Klaus, looking apprehensively at the classroom door, just as he had on his first day at VFD Academy.

"Yo, where's the teacher?" one kid yelled out.

The classroom door opened. A man with blue hair, chunky purple highlights, eyebrow piercings, a Blood on the Dancefloor t-shirt, and a studded belt stood in the doorway with his backpack hanging off of one shoulder.

"Justin?!"

Justin smiled. "What's the matter, bookfucker, never seen a scene kid before?"

Klaus's jaw was on the floor. Ivy had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"So class, as you can see, I'm now a scene kid. Just felt like it was time for a little change. In honor of my new style, we're going to be doing nothing but reading My Immortal all day!"

This can't be happening, Klaus thought to himself. The class started cheering and clapping, and one kid started blasting Linkin Park on his phone. Klaus felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here?" Ivy asked, sensing that Klaus was unhappy.

"I'd like that. It's not like we're learning anything anyway," Klaus replied, smiling.

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"...So yeah, Fiona basically broke my heart. But I just checked Instagram and she's a huge Lil Pump fan, so maybe I dodged a bullet."

Ivy laughed. "Alright, I'm done." She stood back and admired her work, etched into the bathroom stall.

KLAUS AND IVY WERE HERE

"Good job," remarked Klaus, "Thank god for unisex bathrooms."

Just then, the door opened to reveal Justin Trudeau.

"Hey, just here to wash my hair," Justin said sadly, trudging over to the sink.

"What's wrong, Justin?" asked Klaus. Justin didn't answer, and just kept washing the dye out of his hair.

"What you did was really cool," Ivy assured him.

"But it's not me," Justin said, standing upright. "And I don't wanna be something I'm not."

"Then be yourself!" Ivy said, walking over to him and putting her hand on his back.

"If he doesn't like you for being yourself, then it isn't meant to be," Klaus agreed.

"I've read your Wikipedia page before, Justin, and you're a fine prime minister," Ivy assured him. Justin nodded. He knew what he had to do.

"Also, you're the teacher. Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Oh yeah." Justin then left.

Klaus sighed. "That guy."

Ivy nodded. "I know what you mean. My dad can be annoying sometimes too."

"Is he a shirtless stoner too?" Klaus asked hopefully.

"No, he's a vegan."

"Yeesh."

The door creaked open and a brown haired woman with glasses poked her head through. "Excuse me, you're Klaus Baudelaire right?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you be willing to give up your fortune anytime soon?"

"No."

"Fuck."

She retreated. "Great, people are after my fortune here too," Klaus muttered.

"I know her. That's Sarah Palin, one of the hall monitors. Hey, do you think she's gonna be the villain?" Ivy wondered.

"No," Klaus scoffed, "that'd be really stupid."