CHAPTER 1
Isadora was sitting, clutching tight to her notebook. The teacher was clearly getting angry with her, but she never liked watching other people get humiliated when their private notes were read aloud, and definitely didn't want her feelings and emotions revealed to the class.
"I'm going to give you 10 seconds to give me that book Isadora, or you'll be sent straight to the headmaster, and heaven knows what he'll do to you there." The teacher said, trying to stay calm.
It had been 2 years since the Quagmire's had been reunited with the Baudelaire's and they were all attending Prufrock Prep, as Vice Principal Nero had been fired.
"I'm sorry ma'am but I'd prefer not to let the class hear what I've written. This book has a lot of secrets and I wouldn't want people to read them." Isadora replied, in all hope that her apology would be accepted. "I'm afraid that's how everyone feels when they're caught writing love notes in their diaries, what makes you any different?" Isadora blushed slightly, but kept holding her notebook, remaining silent and looking at the floor. The teacher put her hand on her hip and sighed. She leaned over to Isadora and looked her straight in the eye. "Last warning Isadora, now, or you'll be sent to the headmaster."
"Ma'am, would it be alright if I read my notes out to the class? I'd rather read them myself than have someone else reading them."Isadora said. "I don't see what the big fuss is about. Go ahead, and hurry up, we have a lot to do today without you disrupting our class with your stupid notes." The teacher said impatiently and walked to the back of the class.
Isadora stood up. "All I've written is a couple of poems:
I think about you all the time,
In my heart I know you're mine.
My heart, it skips a beat or two,
Every time I think of you", Isadora recited.
The class moaned. They never found any of Isadora's poems particularly exciting, but 1 person in the class found himself very fond of these poems. Klaus Baudelaire.