It was also written when I was very young and very bad. I assure you, my readers, that I am not as awful of a writer as I used to be. Take the following with a grain of salt and a knowledge that a 14 year old girl wrote this while her teachers weren't looking in a small, terrible charter school.
High at the top of the world, everyone had forgotten about the Quagmire triplets and Hector when once they had been their biggest concern.
This morning began like any other for the three. Duncan had been up early and Isadora slept in, but as usual, the small of spinach and banana pancakes woke her up. As she approached the kitchen, Isadora thought of what might be happening to the Baudelaires. Duncan walked towards Isadora and seemed to know what she was thinking. He worried about them too. They sat down at the table and cringed at the sight of the pancakes. Hector, as, usual was his bright old self. He knew something was bringing the Quadmires down, so he said, "Cheer up! Look, I made spinach banana pancakes!" The two triplets looked at each other and nodded politely at Hector, then stared down saddily at the pancakes. Duncan's mind wondered back to the first time they had met the Baudelaires. Those times were much better then now. The two sighed and slowly ate their revolting pancakes.
After breakfast it was Isadora's turn to wash the dishes. Hector and Duncan talked by the window. Well, actually, Hector talked and Duncan stared out the window. He saw a little speck, which appeared to be a car that had stopped at a quite large and strange building only half built. A baby, a girl with what seemed to be a ribbon in her hair, and a boy with glasses slowly stepped out.
"Isadora, Isadora," Duncan whispered. Isadora walked over towards the window and her face turned deadly pale. Could it be them?