Authors Note: This is my very first fanfic. The story is from Olaf and Esme's POV. They first meet each other in this chapter. Hope you like it and please review.

Esme's POV:

"Welcome Esme, to the V.F.D. headquarters in the Valley of Four Drafts,"a short woman with dark hair said to me.
"I will show you where your dorm room is."

"Thank you," I replied. "But what about my luggage?"

"David will bring your luggage to your room," she replied, pointing at a man who was standing mear the door.

"Okay," I said. I just join this organization almost a month ago, and now I was finally at one of the main headquaters of V.F.D.

"Your going to like it here," the woman said. "You will learn all about secret codes, disguise training, and detective skills. There are also a lot of activites to do here. Mountain climbing, scuba diving, skydiving, acting, and lots of other activites."

"I'm going to to be taking an acting class,"I said.

"I think Clara is in acting," the woman said.

"Who's Clara?" I asked

"You're going to be sharing a dorm room with her," she replied. "Well, here we are," she said, stoping at a door with the number 454. She opened the door to reveal a room with two beds, one big dresser, a closet, and a small bathroom. Sitting on one of the beds was a girl who looked like she was about sixteen years old. She had light brown skin and brown eyes.

"Hola," said the girl. "Hola is the spanish word for hello. Spanish is my first language because I'm from Mexico. My name is Clara. What's your name?"

"I'm Esme," I replied.

"Nice to meet you Esme."

"What time does acting class start?" the woman asked.

"It starts in ten minutes," Clara replied. "Why did you ask?"

"Because Esme is taking acting and I need someone to show her where her class is."

"I can show her where her class is," Clara said. "Come on Esme, I'll show you."

While we were walking to the class Clara talked all the way there. "Would this girl ever shutup?" I was wondering to myself.

Olaf's POV:

I was sitting at my desk drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I looked at the clock. Only eight more minutes till class starts. I heard someone opening the door. Usually students don't start getting to class till three minutes before class starts. The person who opened the door was Clara. Walking next to Clara was a girl with long black wavy hair and emerald eyes.

"Hey Count Olaf," Clara said. "This is Esme. She's a new student."

"Welcome Esme," I said, shaking her hand. What is your full name?"

"Esme Gigi Geniveve Steller," she replied.

"I'm Count Olaf, your acting teacher," I said.

"Can Esme sit next to me, since no one else sits there?" Clara asked.

"Sure," I replied.

As Esme and Clara were sitting down, more students came into the classroom. The bell rung and then class begun.

"Good afternoon class," I said. " We have a new student. Esme, would you please stand up and introduce yourself to the class."

"My name is Esme. I'm seventeen, but I'm going to be eighteen this week," she said.

"Today class, I said after Esme was finished introducing herself to the class. "We are going to practice some acting in the theater. Please line up in a single file line everyone."

After everyone lined up in a single file line, we walked to the theater.

"This is such a smashing theater," Esme said as we walked into the theater.

"This is sych a smashing theater," mimiked and imature boy. He and his friends started giggling.

"Unless you want my fist in your face, I suggest you shutup," Esme threatened.

That got them to shutup. Then Clara started giggling.

"Everyone find a seat in the first or second row and sit down," I said. "Today, we are going to practice improvisation. I will make up a scene and I want you to make up words for that scene. The first scene we're going to do is a girl just got dumped by her boyfriend, and her friend is trying to comfort her. Esme, you'll be the girl, and Clara would be her friend."

Clara and Esme walked on stage and sat down in two chairs that were on stage. Esme put her face in her hands and acted like she was crying.

"Are you okay?" Clara asked.

"No! I'm not okay," Esme said, lifting up her head. Her eyes were watery, as if she was really crying. "I can't believe he did this to me."

"Don't worry about him. He obviously isn't worth it breaking your heart like that."

"I can't seem to get over him. I loved him."

"It must be very hard for you."

"You don't understand the pain I'm feeling. No one will understand," Esme said and put her face in her hands again.

"Well, we're finished," Clara said.

"Well done girls," I said, while everyone was clapping. "Especially you Esme. I didn't know you were so talented."

"Thank you," Esme said, starting to blush.

For the rest of the time in class, we continued improvisation. Out of all the performances I've seen today, there was no better performance then Esme's.