Alright, I'm not much of a Klaus and Isadora fan, but I got a request for a story on them and I WILL do it. Please Review...

Isadora opened her eyes which were full of sleep from her restless night. She looked around the house that her siblings and her had bought. It was small but it was all they could get. They weren't old enough yet for their fortune and their jobs didn't pay them that well. They just had to wait two more years before they could finally get the fortune that their parents left behind. Isadora got up out of her bed, got dressed, and walked into the small kitchen. She then fixed a small breakfast and then headed off to work. She worked at a grocery store with her siblings. Duncan and Quigley had the afternoon shifts while she had the morning one. As she walked to work, she couldn't help thinking about her lost friends the Baudelaires. She hadn't seen them since they attended a horrible school together and missed them terribly. Her mind especially wandered off to one specific Baudelaire. Klaus. She only really saw him as a friend at the school but after a while she learned that she liked him. Maybe even loved him. Isadora shook her head clearing away the thoughts that had lingered into her mind. No one had heard of them in a very long time. Duncan told her that in the newspaper they had said that the Baudelaires were dead. Quigley had gotten really upset when he heard that. As had Isadora.

Isadora walked into the grocery store and started working. It was a slow day. So, she got to go home early. When she got there, she saw Quigley and Duncan walking into the kitchen. "Man! You guys are so lazy!" she yelled jokingly. "I left hours ago and you guys just woke up?"

"Yeah. So what?" Duncan asked grumpily. He was not a morning person, or afternoon person because that's when he always woke up.

"You're home awfully early," Quigley said changing the subject. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah. The store is really slow today," Isadora replied as she watched Duncan walk grumpily around the house. She almost laughed. She hadn't laughed in a long time though. Not since she found out Quigley was alive and wasn't killed in the fire of her home.

"Really?" Duncan yawned.

"They're never slow. Think something happened?" Quigley asked.

"I don't know but try not to fall asleep while you're there," Isadora gave a small smile to her brothers. After Quigley and Duncan got ready for their turn at work, she gave them hugs goodbye and watched them walk off. When they left, she got her notebook and sat down on their couch. She sat there for a long time thinking of new poems she could write. She loved to write couplets but she instead decided to try and write something different.

I can't see his handsome face.

I can't see his dazzling eyes.

I can't see his dark hair,

blowing in the breeze.

I can't see how tall he is,

nor how big.

I can't see anything

but my love for him.

That was the first time Isadora had ever written anything that didn't rhyme. She liked it though. It was different then what she usually did. She decided to write more of these. It made her feel like she was letting a little bit of the past go, which felt good.

My life is hard.

It is really tough.

I only have these two

people around me.

I want to see my friends again.

I miss them rather dearly.

And although for that,

I miss the one I love most of all.

Isadora looked at this poem and scratched it out with her pen. She didn't like this one as much. Writing it though, made her mind flicker to Klaus. She did miss Violet and Sunny very much but she missed Klaus most of all. She wondered if she would ever see him again and what to do if she did. Isadora put her notebook down. She looked out the window by the couch and sighed. It was getting dark out. How long had she been sitting there? She heard a key in the door and almost jumped when it opened suddenly.

"Hey, sis," Quigley said. "What's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"Maybe she did," Duncan said in a spooky voice.

"You just scared me," Isadora said punching Duncan in the arm. "How was work?" The two boys looked at each other.

"Boring," they said in unison.

"Really? The store was slow again?"

"Yeah. Duncan fell asleep at the cash register and got yelled at by the boss's wife," Quigley smiled. "It was hilarious!"

"Oh yeah? Well, you know what was funnier?" Duncan challenged. "Watching Quigley slip on the floor while he was mopping and falling on his butt!"

"Shut it boys. Quigley, it's your turn to make dinner," Isadora said with a bored tone. Quigley frowned and disappeared into the kitchen. Duncan stayed in front of Isadora. Isadora just looked at him as he stared weirdly at her.

"You have your notebook out," he said in a suspicious tone.

"Yeah. So?" Isadora asked. Duncan looked back and forth between Isadora and her notebook. Then, he quickly grabbed it and flipped to the poem she had just written. Isadora jumped off the couch and tried to grab her notebook from Duncan. He kept running away though. So, Isadora had to run after him before he read it. Suddenly, Duncan stopped and stared wide eyes at the page in front of him. Isadora took that chance to take it back and hide it behind her back. Duncan didn't move.

"Nice poem," he finally said. "Who's it about?"

"Like I'll tell you," Isadora shot him a look of menace. Duncan just smirked. After they ate Quigley's dinner, they each took a shower, and went to bed. Isadora laid in her bed for hours trying to get to sleep. She was worried about Duncan reading her poem and of her friends. She finally drifted off into a light sleep and woke up every five to ten minutes. Isadora looked around her room after a few times of waking up. She didn't know how much longer she could take this. She had to find the Baudelaires.

Well, did you like it? I hope you like it. Please review and tell me if you like it.

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