DISCLAIMER: I only created the relatives of the Baudelaires, excluding Violet's siblings and parents, and Violet's teacher. The characters not made by me were created by the talented yet tragic Daniel Handler. (Hehe.)

I added a kind of unusual twist to Violet. I made her less goody-goody. Say hello to the new Violet, kids. Klaus is somewhat different as well, but he was always the most rebellious of the three, I thought.

Also, I know I don't go into much detail about Violet's inventions. That is because I couldn't invent if my life depended on it. I write. And read. And take pictures. And rant and rave. And listen to music. And..well, you get the point.

December 25th

My brother, Klaus, decided to give me a journal for Christmas. When I asked him why, he said, "They're always good to have."

I suppose he's right, although I've never been much of an author.

Perhaps I should say a little about myself. My name is Violet Baudelaire; I am fourteen years old. I love to invent. I have a brother named Klaus, as you know. He is twelve and loves to read. Sunny, our baby sister, loves to bite. She's very kind, though. I hope that she doesn't decide to bite this book, however! We live with our parents in a large mansion and we are very, very happy.

Tonight the mansion is bustling with Christmas festivities. All of our relatives are coming in approximately a half-hour, and I'm surprised I have managed to actually write in my journal today. I am looking forward to seeing everyone. I covered all of our furniture that is outside, since it's been snowing. It looks so beautiful and still. Everything is white, as though it's all been covered with paper that will never be touched by a spot of ink.

All three of us went sledding before. I held Sunny close to me as I zoomed down the slopes. Sunny was squealing, "Lizzilia!" That's her way of saying, "This is the most fun I've had all day!" I smiled at her and held on to the sides of the sled.

"See, Sunny?" I said to her. "The snow is parting for us, the queens of the Baudelaire mansion. It is sloshing welcome."

She nodded.

Neither of us felt like royalty when we heard twice as much sloshing as we had previously behind us. The snow was parting for Klaus, king of winter activity disaster. (At least we weren't skiing - the last time he went he knocked down six young girls, their parents, their uncle, and their aunt.) I felt his sled hit the back of ours hard and forward we tumbled. I clenched Sunny's coat tightly in my fists and wrapped myself into a ball around her as I rolled down the hill. When I stopped rolling I was simply falling down the slope. Each time my face hit the snow I felt its icy cold breath on me.

Finally, we all stopped. And then we laughed and went inside.

That's where I am now, still trying to get warm by the fire. It's very relaxing.

I see my grandparents are here. I should let them in.

December 26th

Everything went quite well last night. Grandfather told me all about the new kind of clock he had invented, but he needed me to help him perfect it. I said I would gladly do it. He brought the clock with him so I analyzed it. I told him it wasn't working because he needed better material for the clock's wheel, to turn the hands. I made him a wheel out of various metals I found around the house, and when it worked, he was extremely happy.

After I was done, I listened to Klaus discuss what he learned from a book about chess. It was quite interesting. Then, Sunny showed everyone the fantastic hole she had made in her crib with her teeth. Mother, however, was not too thrilled.

January 7th

My winter break has ended and I returned to school today. I was extremely busy and had no time to write during most of my vacation; Mother and Father had to go somewhere although they refused to tell us the exact location, so I had to take care of myself and my siblings for quite some time. Everything went fine, thankfully, even though Sunny drilled a hole with her teeth in Father's new desk, but Klaus and I quickly patched it up.

My friends talked all about their vacations, and they all seemed to have some interesting things to do, unlike me. Oh well.

January 9th

I am certain my teacher hates me. Today I pointed out to her that one of her desk's legs was loose, and I told her a good way to fix it (rubber bands combined with a strong paste I made myself). She gave me an angry glare. My teacher is short, balding, and wrinkle-faced. She almost looks as though she has two faces; scary though that may seem. She tends to have many malfunctioning objects in her room, and when I tell her my ideas for fixing them, the subsequent is never pleasant.

She came up to me and said, in her normal sinister voice, "We do not have room for an inventor in this classroom, Miss Baudelaire. The only people welcome here are STUDENTS who need brains! Am I not right, children?"

Afraid to be punished, the majority of the class nodded.

She moved her face so close to mine that her breathing made my eyelashes flutter slightly.

"Out."

I did not tell my parents that I was kicked out of class. They, of course, would not have been at all pleased. After leaving the building, I just stood outside the school, because I had no idea what to do next. I tied up my hair, as usual, and just sat down. I left with everyone else.

January 12th

It rained all of today, washing the snow away like the ocean eroding a barrier beach. Everyone did their usual: Klaus read, I invented, and Sunny bit. I am quite bored, to be honest. I hope that something exciting will happen soon.