Violet Marie Baudelaire and I'm 16 years old and live in San Francisco. I live with my adoptive parents, Esm and Jerome Squalor on 777 Dark Avenue. My hobbies are inventing, tinkering with things, music, and making videos.

My brother Klaus Edward, is 14 and is a bit nerdy, by Esm 's estimation. Esm is an actress and travels all over the world. Right now, she's in Wales, filming a movie. But, she'll be home in a few days.

My sister's name is Sunny Jane and she's 3 years old. She's an amazing chef. Last night, she made the best sushi I've ever tasted. Jerome is very fond of Sunny. He too, is an amazing chef, though he works as a producer for films.

Oh, crap. My cellphone is ringing. I check the caller ID and it's Isadora, one of my friends I met at Prufrock Prep, a school I went to for a semester when I was 14. I answered, "Hey Isadora! I haven't talked to you in a while. Guess what? I have my driver's licence! Esm will be getting me a brand new car after she gets back from Wales. Got to go. Jerome's calling me for dinner."

I pressed "end" on my phone. I went into the kitchen and there are McDonald's bags on the table. Jerome said, "Eat up, kids. Sunny and I felt like McDonald's tonight."

We sat down to eat our dinners, mine being a Big Mac, medium fries, and a medium diet Coke. Sunny's was a chicken McNugget Happy Meal with apples for a side and 2% milk. Klaus's was a double cheeseburger, large fries, and a medium Sprite. Jerome's was Chicken Selects, a caesar salad, and a medium diet Coke.

We were pretty much silent until Jerome said, "Esm is coming home tommarrow. And the day after, you'll be over at Justice Strauss's place to hang out with the Quagmires. Esm will be shopping for back to school."

Well, it could be worse. A few years ago, my life went from heaven to hell in one afternoon. My siblings and I were hanging out at the beach, when all of a sudden, came and told us that our house burned down, and our parents died in the blaze. We were shuffled among several homes, a few good, but mostly evil.

The next day at 9 AM, we picked Esm up from the airport. When Esm saw me, she gave me a rib-crushing hug. She said, "Oh, Vi! I missed you SO much! When I was in London on a day off, I bought you so many clothes that I needed to buy another suitcase."

Good thing, because the brown leather suitcase gave me is falling apart. Jerome also bought suitcases for Klaus and Sunny, Klaus's being a Black Samsonite rolling suitcase and Sunny's being a Hannah Montana rolling suitcase.

But mine is the best. Esm bought me a Louis Vuitton rolling suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a load of clothing. Guess she bought out TopShop, Harvey Nichols, AND Harrods. They're spoiling the crap out of us.

I call Isadora. I say, "Hey Isadora. Esm 's back. She got me loads of clothes. Well, some TopShop, Vivienne Westwood, Alexander McQueen. Yeah, British designers. I'll be wearing Juicy Couture sweatsuits in Phy. Ed. Bye!"

To be continued...