Meet and Greet

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- Duncan-

The Load speakers turned on as we were in the middle of a particularly boring story in Mr. Romero's class.

" The twins Duncan and Isadora Quagmire come to the Principals office imminently." The loud speaker turned back off.

" Out you go then." Mr. Ramona shooed me out of the class room.

I started walking down the hallway, Isadora joining me as we walked.

" They said twins." Isadora grumbled.

" I know." I replied. " I think Mr. Nero does it because he doesn't like us."

" Most definitely" Isadora agreed.

We rounded he corner to see a girl, our age trying her best to calm down a baby. There was another kid, a boy, who was rustling through a small bag.

The girl holding the baby was bouncing up and down. " Pleeeassee Suuunnnyy" The girl said pleading.

The baby just cried harder, and ripped a few pieces of the older girls hair out."

The girl starts to walk around with the baby.  She was humming. It was a pretty tune, it matched her voice well.

As the girl neared I couldn't help but notice that she was quite attractive. Her brown hair was long, it went far down past her shoulders, to the bottom of her rib cage.

Isadora rushed into action. " Ohhhh a baby."

Isadora loved children. " Do you need help?" Isadora asked the girl.

" No," the girl said, " We're fine thanks"

I stepped forward. " Are you new? I haven't seen you around before."

The girl looked down. " Yeah, we're new."

I smiled, nervous.

The girl smiled back, she seemed sweet. We locked eyes and neither of us looked away. Isadora didn't seem to notice and cut in. " is this your little sister? I heard you call her Sunny."

The girl looked away from me, " Oh yes, she said" pulling her hair away from the crying child.

" I'm so sorry she's so loud she's not usually like this it's just been a bad day for her."

Isadora nodded. " Of course, we're all allowed a Bad day once in a while."

The girl smiled weekly and then stood up straighter. 

" I'm Violet Baudelaire" She said. " And this is my brother Klaus and, we'll you've met Sunny."

The child cried out again and Violet put her down. 

I stepped forward. " I'm Duncan Quagmire and this is my sister Isadora."

Violet smiled at me. " Nice to meet you" She said, nodding her head.

" I found one!" The boys- Klaus's voice called out. 

Violet sighed in relief and beckoned for her brother.

Klaus has brought a carrot with him, gently he gave it to Sunny.

Sunny stuck the carrot in her mouth.

" Are you sure she's supposed to have hard foods?" Isadora asked.

" Sunny's got very sharp teeth" she explained.       " Plus she's teething."

Isadora and I nodded. Klaus stood up and j noticed Isadora staring at him.

Suddenly, vice principal Nero's door swung open.

" Get over here Children." Nero bellowed. " I've got practice to do!"

Violet picked up Sunny and we all hurried over to where Nero was standing.

" I'll make this short." Nero said.  " These are the new Orphans the Buadflaires" 

" The Baudelaire's" Klaus corrected him.

Vice Principal  Nero mimicked Klaus and then moved on. " Your all orphans so you'll all be living in the shack."

" Shack?" Sunny said, pausing the chewing on her carrot for a moment.

" Yes, yes" Vice principal Nero waved his hand. " The Orphan Shack. The Quagmires live there too, they'll show you."

" But-" Violet Started.

She didn't have time to get another word in before Nero ushered us out and slammed the door in our faces.

I felt bad for Violet. Meeting Vice Principal Nero for the first time wasn't fun.

Violet stood for no more then two seconds staring at the door.

" Alright," She said. " The Orphan Shack. That's fine."

Violet turned to me. Why did she turn to me? What? I was so nervous I was afraid I would blush ( I do that when I'm nervous sometimes, and not just around girls)

" Would you show us the way to the orphan shack please." Violet said.

" U-um yeah." I said. " it'll be a bit crowded but we'll make it work."

Violet nodded and we started to walk.

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