Hey everyone! I'm publishing this new part of my story Never Say Never here! This next chapter in the lives of the Baudelaire's and my OC, Jane Rumary is at a boarding school in New York. (Not Prufock Prep yet)

Summary: After being kicked out of Lucky Smells Lumbermill, the Baudelaire's are honestly a little relieved. As the orphans take their chances at a boarding school with high security, academics, and a cool common room, they trully believe that they are safe from Count Olaf at last. As for Jane, boarding school is the last place she wants to be. But in a place where everything seems so benign, how bad could it be? When Count Olaf returns as apart of another one of his schemes the Baudelaire's and Jane are having trouble figuring out his plan. The Baudelaire's begin to wonder: 'Why is Olaf waiting? Why is Jane suddenly acting strange?' For Jane things only get worse when Count Olaf gives her an offer that she just can't refuse. But just how much will Jane do to protect the Baudelaire's? But those aren't the only things on Jane's mind. Her crush on Klaus seems to only grow bigger with time. When Jane is faced with an ultimatum, should she betray her heart or her friends?

Note: Count Olaf isn't a relative of the Baudelaire's in my fan fic world.

I hope you like it! R&R please!

Here's a link to part one: .net/s/6475391/1/Never_Say_Never

Disclaimer: I do NOT own ASOUE, Lemony Snicket does and this is only for fun, not profit.


Chapter 1: Boarding School

Mr. Poe pulled into the school's parking lot and found a spot as close to the entrance as possible. The Baudelaire's and I anxiously climbed out of the car and followed the banker onto the sidewalk. A stonewall covered in clumps of ivy bordered the school. There was a car pool like drive way in front of the entrance.

Mr. Poe led us to a pair of tall black wrought iron gates. He pressed a button to the side that was fixed above a speaker.

"Name?" A voice asked, professionally.

"I am Arthur Poe, a banker from Mulctuary Money Management. I am in charge of the affairs of the Baudelaire's and Miss Rumary. They will be attending this school." Mr. Poe coughed into his handkerchief.

"Enter, please," the voice told us before the gates slowly swung open.

In front of us was a massive fountain in the center of a cobblestoned courtyard. There were benches placed around the court covered by a thin layer of frost and a forest grew on all sides. Facing us was an enormous building that looked like the size of an average-sized mansion. I figured it was some kind of Administrative Building as that was the building we were headed to. Behind the building, the forest was dense but we could see a little bit of the campus on the other side. It looked pretty from where I stood. So far it seemed like the most pleasant place that we've been to in a while.

Well, to the Baudelaire's it was, however, to me, it was just a reminder of my past. Although it wasn't the same boarding school, I still might not have a good time. What if everyone hated me? What if I was picked on because maybe my parents weren't around to take care of me?

Maybe this place would be better though. I mean…it was a different school in an entirely different country. Besides, they have a great performing arts program and many other classes that interest me. They also have a high level of academics, which meant better teachers. One thing that Mr. Poe especially enjoyed was the fact that the high tech security could potentially stop Count Olaf from getting to us. However, the Baudelaire's and I both knew that it took more than security cameras and full proof alarm system to stop Count Olaf.

"Now children," Mr. Poe said as we reached the building. "This is a very prestigious boarding school and you are lucky that I was able to get you in at such short notice. Please be on your best behavior while you're here and do not cause any trouble. This school does not tolerate poor behavior and if there does happen to be something troubling you, you can always contact me at Mulctuary Money Management."

"We will," Violet said and we all nodded in agreement as Mr. Poe opened the door to the building and we followed him inside.

We stepped inside a spacious lobby. It had light wooden floors coated in polish so that they shined in spots where the sunlight streaming through the windows touched and there were cream-colored walls. In between a hallway leading somewhere else and a set of elevators was a tall prism-shaped desk with a Mac Book Pro desktop computer, a telephone, and various different pamphlets regarding the school. There were screens on the wall that appeared to be showing footage from the security cameras outside of the building at various different spots including the gates where we had stood a moment ago. Behind the desk sat a bald man who wore a professional looking black suit. For a second the Baudelaire's and I stiffened, thinking it was Olaf's henchmen but his baldhead wasn't the same shape and he didn't have a long nose. Even if he did, Olaf's henchmen were usually in disguise except on rare occasions like at Lake Larchymose.

Mr. Poe walked up to the front desk. The Baudelaire's and I followed behind him.

"Hello," said the man behind the desk.

"How do you do," Mr. Poe said, "We just arrived. I'm Arthur Poe a banker from Mulctuary Money Management."

"Yes, yes," the man said, quickly, "I was the person who spoke to you through the speaker. You can head up to the second floor. Our Principal, Mr. Lance's office will be there, his secretary will tell you where to go once you get up there."

"Thank you," Mr. Poe said, "Come, children."

He led us to the elevators and we rode one up to the second floor. There were six floors in this building according to the elevator.

The doors to elevator opened to the second floor that was decorated with the same floors and walls as the lobby. We walked through the first door to our left into the main office. We were in a small waiting room with a beige carpet and grey cushioned chairs against the wall. In front of us was another desk like the one in the lobby but this time at the desk, was a lady with chin length brown hair dressed in a professional looking pinstriped suit. The Baudelaire's and I looked closely at her, trying to see if Count Olaf had disguised himself as a woman again.

"Hello," she said, kindly. A nameplate on her desk told us her name was Mrs. Collins.

"Hello," Mr. Poe said, "I have an appointment with Mr. Lance."

"Can you give me your name, sir?" Mrs. Collins asked.

"I'm Arthur Poe," he said, "I believe we spoke on the phone."

"Oh, yes, I remember," she said, "They must be the children you spoke of. Well, have a seat in Room 5 and Mr. Lance will be with you in a moment."

"Thank you," Mr. Poe said and we walked down the hallway past the front desk. I opened the door to Room 5 and we sat down opposite the smaller desk.

The desk was a mess. Paper, pens, and pencils were cluttered all over it so you could hardly see the top of the desk.

The door opened then, and a tall man with light brown hair and a clean-shaven face, hastily made his way in. He looked as jumbled as the desk. The dark blue suit that he wore had thread coming from the seams and was covered in lint. His blue and white striped tie was off to the side. His dress shirt was white and wrinkled.

"Hello, Mr. Poe, children," he said as he sat down at his desk and fixed his tie. "How do you do?"

"How do you do," Mr. Poe said.

"How do you do," Violet said. We all copied.

"I'm sorry about this mess," he said shuffling some papers on his desk. "It's just been a very busy day today, especially when our fifth grade math teacher has quit only yesterday, as well as the teacher who runs the acting classes and one of the music classes here. She was also supposed to direct the fifth grade's winter play and organize one of our clubs. It was very sudden and it's put us behind. We haven't even begun auditions yet." He sighed heavily. "But thankfully, I reached someone who was willing to teach."

"Well, I just came to make sure the children were alright on their own," Mr. Poe said, "I can't stay, it has a very busy day at the bank as well and I need to get back. I hope this matter will be settled soon. Now, good-bye children."

"Good-bye," I said. The Baudelaire's said goodbye, except for Sunny who shrieked "Yeet!" as her own term for 'good-bye'. Mr. Lance gave Mr. Poe a little wave before he left.

We were now alone with Mr. Lance. He began to tidy up his desk some more.

"Now, Mr. Poe has told me about your past troubles," he said, "and I'd like you four to know that you'll be perfectly safe here. Our school has high security as you have probably already noticed. I've had a meeting with our staff about this Count Olaf man and we have programmed our security system to detect this man if he enters the school's grounds."

Our faces lit up with hope. Maybe we would be safe after all. How could such a beautiful and pleasant place like this be threatened by danger?

"Thank you," Klaus said, sounding relieved. "We're very grateful."

"Well, you are most certainly welcome." Mr. Lance said, glancing behind him swiftly, "We do our best to make our students here feel at home. Now, about your classes…everything you need is right here."

He handed each of us a manila envelope. I pulled out one of the papers.

"That is your schedule," He explained. "Don't worry about little Sunny finding her way by herself, she will spend most of the day in the classrooms for children her age and will always be escorted there with her classmates by a teacher." He paused to take a breath.

"That paper also has the information about what dorm room you will be in. You will be roommates with one person from your grade, except for Sunny. Sunny will share a room with up to five girls that are around the same age. Boys and girls live in the same buildings, however, they are not allowed in each other's rooms. If you would like to chat, the common room is the perfect place for that." He suddenly spoke very strictly. "Anyone who violates that rule will be expelled immediately." He looked at each of us sternly. "But Mr. Poe said you were good children so I trust that you'll be good."

"Here are some maps for each of you as well. And now, I will need you to choose your special classes for this year or in Violet's case, her electives. You've already picked your language classes so that's settled. Now, everyone here is allowed to take any special or elective class they wish that is available for their age. Students from grades four to eight are allowed to choose two special classes. Everyone in high school chooses two electives. Everybody else from grade 1 to 3 must only choose one. Kindergarteners and preschoolers aren't required to take special classes because they're too young to be going off on their own. They'll stay with their classmates and do all kinds of fun activities for every subject. Everyone, apart from the lowest grades, must have at least one elective. For children from grade eight and up can use their other elective period as free time or for tutoring. You won't have to start your special or elective classes until this Monday as it is the weekend and we never have class on weekends. However, if you sign up for an activity or participate on a sports team, you may have practice or meetings on weekends. Auditions for electives are on Monday if there are any. There aren't any special classes that require an audition. I'll give you until Sunday to chose your electives or special classes. The lists of electives or special classes that you are allowed to take are in your folders."

We each pulled out a pile of papers stapled together from our folders that said: SPECIAL CLASSES, except for Sunny. I knew immediately which specials I wanted to take: Acting and Jazz.

"I'll be back in a moment I need to speak with the man who is installing Count Olaf into our security system," Mr. Lance said, "You can begin thinking about your special or elective classes."

We nodded and he left closing the door behind him.

"They all look like great electives," Violet said, "I already know what I'd like to take. Engineering sounds great and I'm taking Physics this year too. I've never been offered to take a course in engineering before and at our last school I had to take Earth Science for my freshmen year, which isn't nearly as interesting as Physics. I guess I'll take business as another elective. I really don't want a free period."

"I found some special classes I'd like to take too," I said. "There are two perfect electives for my interest in theater. Acting and there are dance classes so I want to take jazz."

"Glua!" Sunny shrieked which meant, "I wish I could take fun special classes."

"Don't worry Sunny," Violet said, "that's just for now. When you're older you'll get to pick a special class. We can't always get everything we want and I think this is probably the best we're ever going to get."

"You're right, all of the specials look great though I'd rather spend that time in a library," Klaus said. "I don't really see anything that I'd really love to do, other than Advanced Literature but you have to be in high school for that. They do have Introduction to Literature special where I'll get to read the best American novels that are at my age level. That'll be interesting. But I don't know about a second special class."

"Well," I said, "why don't you do acting too? It will be fun!"

"Oh, I couldn't," Klaus said, shaking his head, "I can't act like you can."

"Have you decided yet?" Mr. Lance asked, briskly coming into the office again.

"Not all of us," Violet said, looking at Klaus.

"That's alright," He said. "You don't have to decide right now. When you've made a decision you can hand it in to my secretary at the office. Just be sure you hand it in before Sunday at 7:00pm."

"Thank you," Klaus said.

"Great," Mr. Lance said, smiling, "Now do you have any questions about your classes or the school?"

"Yes," I said, "I'm interested in the performing arts, is there anything you can tell me about that?"

"Well, the sixth, seventh, and eighth graders perform a play together as they are our middle school. The high school has a musical usually performed in the spring and plays at other dates. The kindergarteners and preschoolers usually just perform in a chorus concert for the school with their classes. From grade 1 to grade 5, they perform their own separate plays or musicals. The auditions for the play are sometime next week since our new teacher won't arrive until Monday. The play for the fifth grade will be Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll, which is a comedy about Alice and Wonderland." He cleared his throat.

"If you're interested, there's also a performing arts afterschool club called Company. It's a student run club that meets every Monday in the auditorium. You can attend the meeting on Monday and I'm sure our seniors will explain what the club is about. You're lucky because we only allow students in fifth grade and on to participate in the club. Our fifth grade acting teacher, when he arrives, will monitor the club to make sure everyone is on task and prepared for the shows they perform."

"Cool," I said, smiling, "I'll check it out."

"Does the school have a library?" Klaus asked, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose.

"Yes, of course, and feel free to go there as much as you like," Mr. Lance replied. "It's great to have students who are so eager to learn. Are there any more questions?"

"What about sports?" I asked, "I really like to run and I was hoping to join the cross-country team or track and field team."

"Our school has many different sport teams," Mr. Lance said, "And Mr. Poe gave us all of your health information and signed the documents to allow you four to participate in sports. All you need to do is fill out a form for the sport you want to join and bring it with you to the practice. The indoor-track season for fourth and fifth graders starts the Friday of next week. Here's the form right here." He dug through a drawer in his desk and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me.

"Thank you," I said, smiling. I've always loved to run. Running cross-country and track, I knew would be very difficult but I always dreamed of being able to run like the wind. Besides, I never really liked to play any of the other sports except for tennis.

"Are there any more questions?" Mr. Lance asked.

We glanced at each other but no one said anything.

"I don't think so," Violet said.

"Great, well if you have any other questions, I'm sure the students will know the answers to them," he said, "You four will be in the Robinson dorm building. You can find it on the map. As for your classes, Violet, as you are in high school your classes are taught by different teachers in different buildings. If you follow the map and your schedule, you'll be fine. Buildings are usually grouped together by their subject and age. For example, all of the high school language classes are in the same area. As for Klaus and Jane, you will have three teachers for your main subjects. One teacher, Mrs. Rosenbloom will teach English and Social Studies in Room E501 and Room E502 for math which will now be taught by Mr. LaFont. Room E503 is for science and will be taught by Mrs. Johnson. The E stands for the wing of the campus the rooms are in. You will also be taking Art and Gym. The gym for your grade is right near your main classrooms as well as the Art classroom. I'm sure you'll be able to find your way. Sunny will remain in the same classroom all day and will be escorted to and from places by a teacher with her classmates. Now I do believe it is past dinnertime now so you can head over to your dorm rooms now."

"Thank you," Violet said as we stood up and headed to the door.

"You're welcome," Mr. Lance said.

We were silent as we took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out of the building.

Klaus pulled out his map. It said to go behind the Administrative building that we had just been in and there is supposed to be a bridge that will take us to the main campus. We followed the maps instructions and as we reached the other side of the stone bridge we stopped and stared in awe at the vast campus.

The campus was covered mostly in green grass except for the walkways that led around the school grounds and the buildings that were spread over the campus. A layer of frost blanketed the grass. Some buildings were connected to others and other buildings were separated. There were signs everywhere that showed where places such as the cafeteria and the library were.

"I can't believe it, but I think we may be truly safe this time," Violet said.

"Yes," Klaus said, smiling. "The campus is beautiful, too."

"I just hope the other students here are friendly," I said, looking down.

"Are you alright?" Klaus asked. "You don't seem very excited to be here, why?"

I shrugged. "You know," I whispered to Klaus. Violet and Sunny still didn't know about how I really became an orphan.

"You mean this was where you were abandoned?" Klaus asked, in a whisper.

I shook my head. "But it's still a boarding school, I mean, what if the other kids are just as mean? What if they make fun of me?"

"They're not going to," Klaus said, determindley, "This is a different school with different kids. You'll meet some nice friends, I know it. And even if you don't, you're not going to be alone this time. Violet, Sunny, and I are here. Besides, it's better than the Lumbermill. We'll get to do things that we love to do. I'm sure you'll make tons of friends in your acting class."

"I hope you're right."

"Shual!" Sunny shrieked which Klaus explained meant, "What are you guys whispering about?"

Klaus looked at me. "Do you want to tell them?"

I bit my lip then sighed. Of course I should tell them. I knew I could trust that they would treat me the same way.

"Yes," I replied. "Could you kind of start it up though?"

Klaus chuckled. "Sure," he turned to Violet and Sunny. "Jane has something to tell you. See, her parents didn't actually die in a fire. She's still an orphan, but for a different reason."

Violet's eyes widened. "How did they perish?"

"They were killed in a car crash," I said, "But when I was two years old, they left me at a boarding school in Ontario, Canada. A few years later, they died and I was left an orphan. I grew up at the boarding school but it was a very miserable experience because I was always teased and bullied by the girls. This girl who didn't like me because I was an orphan abandoned by my parents, started the bullying. I was one of her roommates in addition to that and she turned everyone against me. They used to tell me I was an 'accident'. I was very happy when Mr. Poe came to take me away from that place. And I guess you know what happened next." I had already explained about my encounter with Count Olaf and how I disappeared to them as well as the Mathilda theory Klaus and I came up with. "Klaus knows from when Count Olaf was disguised as Stephano. He told Klaus when he was threatening us with his knife as a warning to you and Sunny. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before…it was just hard…I didn't want you to judge me based on that. And then we got caught up in all of that Count Olaf stuff and I forgot to tell you."

"It's alright, Jane," Violet said, "we understand but I wish you would have told us sooner. I guess if I were you, I wouldn't want to tell many people right away too. So, you must be worried about this school."

I nodded.

"I'm sure you'll be alright," Violet said, "It can't be any worse than what we've been through since we met. There aren't any man-eating leeches or lumbermills or eye-shaped buildings."

I smiled. "Maybe you're right."

"Yes," Klaus said, "Well, I guess we should go to our dorms now and unpack. Mr. Poe said that our luggage would already be there, waiting for us. I really don't think we have much though."

"Salda!" Sunny shrieked which meant, "I wish we didn't have to sleep in separate rooms."

We all nodded. We made our way to the Robinson dorm building. We were all in the same dorm at least. We walked up the steps leading to the entrance of the Robinson building. Violet opened the door for us and we walked into a magnificent foyer.

The foyer of the dorm was small but still nice; a thick red oriental rug was spread out on a dark wooden floor. On the table was a vase filled with tulips and a small whiteboard on a stand with reminders written on it. There was a hallway on the opposite side of the room that we wandered down and into another room.

"Wow," I said, astonished.

The hallway opened into an enormous common room with a group of comfortable looking chairs and bean bags that were scattered all over the room. There were some bookshelves stocked with tons of books on every subject and from every genre. There were other shelves stocked with all kinds of board games on the right side of the room. There were more chairs circling around one of those electric fireplaces that you could turn off by using only a switch.

Straight ahead, were two staircases. The left staircase was marked Gents' and the right staircase was marked Ladies'. To the right of the common room was another hallway. We meandered down it curiously, to find that it led to another enormous room.

The room was stalked with fun arcade games, such as Pac-man and Frogger. There was an ice cream freezer, a milkshake machine, and other yummy snacks. That wasn't all that was fantastic about this room. There were posters decorating the walls like Boys Like Girls, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga, and Paramore and to my pleasure was a large Glee poster with Darren Criss on it. I've loved that show ever since I saw an episode at my last school. Carmelita Spats watched it all of the time and I came into the television room when she was watching the show with a bunch of other girls one time. Carmelita saw me peeking at the screen from behind the couch and made me get out. She said Glee was only for girls who had parents and I wasn't worthy enough to watch it with them. I kept sneaking in to watch it whenever they did though, making sure Carmelita or her friends didn't see me. I wanted to be like Rachel Berry and get all of the leads and solos in everything, though I didn't like her when she got upset at other Glee members because they got the solo. When that happened I didn't like her at all because she reminded me of Carmelita Spats.

To the left of the room, there was a black curtain. I walked towards it and pushed it aside, to reveal a mini movie theater with a popcorn popper, like the ones at carnivals. The theater had a wide screen television and black leather reclining chairs with drink and popcorn holders.

"Oh, my," Violet said, in amazement.

"This place is amazing!" I cried. "If they had all this at my last school, I may have wanted to stay."

"Well, let's go find our rooms and unpack before we have to go to bed," Klaus said, "It's a good thing today is Friday so we'll have plenty of time to hang out in here tomorrow."

"Yes, I can't wait," I said, excitedly.

We walked back down the hall towards the staircase.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Klaus said.

"Good night!" I said, giving Klaus a hug. When I pulled away Klaus' cheeks were pink.

"Good night," Violet said, giving Klaus a hug too.

"Gewa!" Sunny shrieked, hugging Klaus' leg. Sunny meant "Good night!"

"Good night," Klaus said, walking up the staircase marked, Gents'.

Violet, Sunny, and I went up the Ladies' staircase; which seemed to go up several floors. We paused on the first floor to check what room we'd be in.

"It looks like Sunny will be sleeping in the nursery on this floor and I will be in Room 505," Violet said. "Which room are you in?"

"Mine says Room 310," I said, frowning a little. "I wish we could be in the same room."

"Me too," Violet said. "Hopefully our roommates are at least friendly. I'll bring Sunny with me to my room before I bring her to the nursery."

"Okay," I said.

We walked up to the third floor.

"Well, good night, Violet," I said, "Good night, Sunny."

"Good night," Violet said, smiling as she climbed farther up the stairs.

I sighed heavily as I opened the door and entered the hall that led to my room, 310. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

I didn't have to worry though; the room was dark and empty of any other girls. I turned on the light and scanned the room. The only way I knew I wasn't the only one in this room was that the room wasn't exactly neat and there was clothing lying here and there. iPod-speakers were placed on one of the two dressers with someone's iTouch in it. In the bathroom there were a couple bottles of shampoo and conditioner, a bar of soap, and other toiletries. There were two beds, one of which wasn't made indicating that the bed near the window was mine.

The room wasn't as luxurious as the rest of the building but it was as good as a dorm room could get. The walls were lavender and the floors were carpeted with the same beige color as it was out in the hall. There was a desk in the corner by the window covered with textbooks and other supplies. The two beds were singles and there was a small couch with its back pushed up against the window. In the bathroom was a bathtub with a showerhead and curtain, a sink, and a toilet of course.

My luggage was already in the room and I began to unpack the few clothes that I had and put them in the dresser that wasn't already being used. I hung my few jackets, coats, and a few semi-formal outfits, lent to me by Mrs. Poe when I had been living in the Poe household, in the closet that looked like I was sharing with my roommate.

I was just finished unpacking when the door opened and two girls walked in laughing.

One of the girls had curly brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. She had green eyes and glasses. Freckles dotted her cheeks. The other girl beside her was very pale and had long red hair. Her eyes were pale blue and she had freckles too.

They stopped laughing when they noticed me. At first they looked confused and then their faces brightened.

"Are you my new roommate?" the brunette asked, excitedly.

"I guess so," I said, warily.

"Cool," the redhead girl said, "What's your name?"

"Jane," I said, quickly, "I'm Jane Rumary."

"Well, I'm Megan Fuller," the brown haired girl said. "And this is my friend Claire Walters."

"Hi," I said, shyly.

They smiled. "Claire is in a different room," Megan said, "but she sometimes comes over to hang out. Her roommate isn't very nice to her."

"I'm sorry," I said, knowing exactly how that felt.

"Where are you from?" Claire asked.

"Boston, Massachusetts." I said.

"Is that where your parents live?" Megan asked, "My parents live there too."

"Um…no," I answered truthfully.

"Where do they live then?" Claire asked.

"Um…they…m-my parents aren't," I stuttered, "here right now. They…um, died."

Megan and Claire glanced at each other, frowning. "Oh no," Claire said, "We're sorry. We just thought…you know."

I smiled. "That's alright," I said, "It happened a long time ago."

"How come you came here now and not earlier?" Megan asked.

"Well, when I lost my parents, I was only two years old," I said, "They were killed in a fire that destroyed my entire home. I was at day care when it happened and I was taken to stay at a boarding school in Massachusetts." It was only partially true.

"Really?" Claire said, "Did you transfer here or something?"

"No," I said.

"What happened then?" Claire asked.

I sighed. "It's a long story," I said, smiling sadly as I sat on my bed.

"We'll listen," Megan said. "We have time. It's not even close to curfew. Do you want to go down and get a milkshake and then you can tell us?"

I followed them out of the room and back down to the common room. We went into the room with the milkshake machine. We got milkshakes, I got chocolate, and went into the mini movie theater and were just in time for Glee to start. They loved Glee too and thought Finn was hot. I kind of liked the blond boy, Sam and Darren Criss.

I told them all about how Mr. Poe took me from my last boarding school and brought me to live with a new guardian. I left out how I had witnessed the destruction of the Baudelaire's mansion. I also left out the part about having Count Olaf almost being my guardian and how I'd somehow disappeared. Instead, I told them that I was sent to Uncle Monty's right away. Then I explained about the Baudelaire's and Count Olaf. I told them about his many schemes to steal the fortunes that the Baudelaire's and I would inherit. As I told them about the Baudelaire's I began to wonder how they were getting along with their roommates. By the time I finished talking, we had to return upstairs. Megan and I said goodnight to Claire before we headed into our room. We got ready for bed and talked some more. Tonight, I fell fast asleep because I was so exhausted from the long car ride here. But just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I thought about what Violet and Klaus had said earlier today. Maybe they were right; maybe I would make friends here. Maybe I wouldn't be teased anymore. Even if I lied about my past…


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