I stared out the submarine window. It was so dark, damp, and empty, and inside it didn't feel any better at all. I had just been separated from the only boy I ever had feelings for, my brother, I now realized, was a criminal that couldn't be trusted, and I was in the presence of the most twisted man ever to walk the earth. I started thinking hard... how I became of this grim situation. How just a few days ago I was on the Queegueeg with my step-father, safe. I was with three of the nicest friends I could ever wish to have, only a few hours ago. They don't consider me a friend anymore... Oh, they all probably despise me...
"FIONA!" a very evil-like person called. Oh great... someone probably wants me to clean something... or to row in the main room...
"FIONNNAA!"
"I'M COMING!" I shouted back. I started running through the Carmelita's halls, unsure where the awful call was coming from...
"FIONA! IF YOU ARE NOT HERE IN FIVE SECONDS YOU WILL BE SENT STRAIGHT TO THE ROWING ROOM!" Oh-No... It was Esme... The most disturbing woman ever to set foot in a Penthouse. She was Count Olaf's Girlfriend, and no one in the human race would not have that much sense. For who in the right mind would date Count Olaf? She believed that if a thing wasn't In, she couldn't get near that object. The sixth most important person in the city couldn't be seen with something that was Out. She would also go to extreme levels to stay In...
"Ok... I'm here..." I was out of breath from running through the huge halls of the Submarine into a huge room reserved for Esme. Esme was still in that putrid octopus costume...
"What is the meaning of this?"
"The meaning of what?" In one slippery motion of the tentacle, Esme pointed out the submarine's window where the Queegueeg was suppose to be.
"WHAT DID YOU DO YOU LITTLE BRAT?" At that moment, Olaf glided into the room with a very strange look on his dirty face. He had a smile on his face like someone had just told a joke, and his eyes were shining brightly.
"Esme, dearest, that is not the way to treat the orphan..."
"I AM NOT AN ORPHAN!"
"Sorry! Esme dearest, that is not the way to treat the young lady" Olaf was starting to twitch, like it was hurting him to say something nice... "Fiona I would like to ask you of a favor..."
" I will never do anything for you! Never!"
"Well... with the proper convincing, I'm sure you'll be happy to help me..." That's when I realized that I was in serious Danger. I was playing with fire, and I had no fire to fight back with...
I felt like screaming at that point.
