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Violet, Sunny, Klaus and I wondered through dreary hallway of preparatory school notoriously known as Prufrock.
At the head of the line stood a man, in his forties, clutching a handkerchief tightly in his left hand. Occasionally, he would stop his leisurely stroll to cough into his soggy handkerchief. The man known as Mr. Poe had a hacking cough, it was loud and obnoxious but his salary at a place called Mulctuary Money Management apparently didn't compensate for a trip to the doctors office.
Our brief walk came to a holt, we bade our farewells before parting ways.
We sat on the bench and waited, silence surrounded us but in a way it seemed to connect us in a way which words couldn't.
An hour later a girl approached us, her red ringlets reached just above her shoulders. She wore a bold blush dress and white and pink striped tights.
"Hello cake-sniffers." She greeted.
"U...um" Violet stuttered, unsure on what to say.
"Are you a blithering idiot? Every one knows I'm Carmelita Spats." The red head angrily exclaimed.
"I'm Arianna Kenzington and these are my cousins Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire." I spoke choosing my words very carefully.
''I'm supposed to give you a tour. That vice principle Nero's office he's a genius and he loves me best. ''She explained, a wide grin spreading across her face as she pointed to a nearby door.
...
After we finished our tour, we reached Vice Principal Nero's office. A dark mahogany door with a cloudy glass frame in the centre, the faint silhouette of an odd looking man playing the violin could be seen.
Carmelita coughed.
"Thank you..?" I said but my words resemble more of a statement, than a question.
"At the end of a tour it's traditional to give a tip." She muttered through gritted teeth, her voice rising with every angry word she said.
I reached into the pocket of my school uniform but Klaus stopped me.
"We're orphans we don't have any money." He told her.
She kicked the door to reveal who I presumed was the infamous Vice Principal Nero. His appearance was dishevelled as if he had missed several nights of sleep from what I could tell. He wore a wrinkled shirt which was coloured a horrendous shade of green and a snail tie which clashed with his other clothing.
After a brief introduction, he assigned the Baudelaire to their shack and me to my dorm. I waited with Sunny to get her files, she was to work as his personal secretary which seemed rather unorthodox for a baby. As I waited could hear the faint sound of yelling coming from his office. After Sunny had finished up, we walked over to an old supply closet where I went to claim my late pass.
At Prufrock, if you were late to your classes you would have to eat with your hands behind your back but if you have a late pass that rule didn't apply. To get a late pass you would have to pay $1, it didn't seem like a large sum of money but money was a luxury in Prufrock, there wasn't much of it to go around and when you did have money you'd be ripped apart by the hungry, greedy shark that was Vice Principal Nero.
After a short stop at the supply closet I walked towards my first class of the day, language arts. Gingerly, I opened the door of the classroom. The pupils snapped their heads around to face me as I made my way towards the empty seat beside Violet.
"Alright Miss Kenzington thank you and lets get back to my story." Mr Remora announced, a large obnoxious cough escaping his lips.
Everyone turned around so that I was no longer the focus of the room. I too turned to face the head of the classroom, my gaze meeting that of a boys. His hazel eyes bore into me, but I found comfort in them. Maybe this won't be so bad after all...
