Couplet Contemplation
Disclaimer: Dude, it's not mine! If I owned it, things would be going my way ;p
Isadora sighed as she crumpled her paper. She tossed it in the bin beside her. 'If I have a gift with words as Duncan says,' she thought, 'then why do I have so much trouble writing what I feel?' Placing her face in her hands, she wept with frustration.
Life in the Austere Academy was hard. There were constant reminders of sorrow all around. The menacing reminder of "Remember, you will die," hung on the archway. Gloom passed through her body every time she had to journey under it. Just thinking about the archway made her shudder.
"What's the matter?" Duncan asked, gliding into the room.
"Just thinking of the archway, brother," she answered, wiping away silent tears.
"That place scares me. One day, I'm going to write an article about how bad this school is."
"Yes, one day."
"Not today, though. Today, we have to think up ways to help the Baudelaire siblings."
Isadora blushed. 'The Baudelaires,' she thought. Klaus Baudelaire was the main reason of her frustration. Well, at least part of it. She had been trying to write him a couplet. Isadora thought back to the day she and Duncan had met the Baudelaires. She looked down at her hand. Balling it into a fist, she placed it over her heart. Isadora had comforted Klaus that day, patting his hand reassuringly.
Duncan sat down on his bed, and observed Isadora. She had been acting quite strangely, insisting she spend more time with Klaus, and he with Violet. Duncan, not surprisingly, had agreed. He had taken a liking to the Baudelaires. More precisely, he had taken a liking to Violet Baudelaire. He had written an article about her in his notebook. He hugged the notebook close to him. While he was doing this, he watched Isadora bring her clenched hand to her heart. His eyes wandered to the waste paper basket, which was now filled with torn notebook pages. He smiled, stood up, and left the room. He decided to let Isadora work things out on her own.
Isadora was glad Duncan left. She loved her brother dearly, but sometimes he was over-protective. He might ask how her couplets were going, and that would cause her to blush even more. That, she was afraid, would cause more questioning.
She sighed, and leaned back in her chair. Isadora thought of the Orphans Shack. That had been an awful place. She did not envy the Baudelaires, for that's where they now resided. On top of that, they had to participate in S.O.R.E., which a certain villain in disguise instructed.
The Quagmires had heard much about Count Olaf from the Baudelaires. From what they knew, he was a mean, mean man out to get the Baudelaires. A wave of hatred overcame Isadora. She couldn't let anything happen to her friends, especially Klaus. She loved him, and would never let any harm come to him. She was determined to fight until the end. With a renewed courage, she left the room and headed toward the Orphans Shack, forgetting about her couplets. Isadora would fight for friendship, for life, for love. She would help Klaus and his sisters.
Disclaimer: Dude, it's not mine! If I owned it, things would be going my way ;p
Isadora sighed as she crumpled her paper. She tossed it in the bin beside her. 'If I have a gift with words as Duncan says,' she thought, 'then why do I have so much trouble writing what I feel?' Placing her face in her hands, she wept with frustration.
Life in the Austere Academy was hard. There were constant reminders of sorrow all around. The menacing reminder of "Remember, you will die," hung on the archway. Gloom passed through her body every time she had to journey under it. Just thinking about the archway made her shudder.
"What's the matter?" Duncan asked, gliding into the room.
"Just thinking of the archway, brother," she answered, wiping away silent tears.
"That place scares me. One day, I'm going to write an article about how bad this school is."
"Yes, one day."
"Not today, though. Today, we have to think up ways to help the Baudelaire siblings."
Isadora blushed. 'The Baudelaires,' she thought. Klaus Baudelaire was the main reason of her frustration. Well, at least part of it. She had been trying to write him a couplet. Isadora thought back to the day she and Duncan had met the Baudelaires. She looked down at her hand. Balling it into a fist, she placed it over her heart. Isadora had comforted Klaus that day, patting his hand reassuringly.
Duncan sat down on his bed, and observed Isadora. She had been acting quite strangely, insisting she spend more time with Klaus, and he with Violet. Duncan, not surprisingly, had agreed. He had taken a liking to the Baudelaires. More precisely, he had taken a liking to Violet Baudelaire. He had written an article about her in his notebook. He hugged the notebook close to him. While he was doing this, he watched Isadora bring her clenched hand to her heart. His eyes wandered to the waste paper basket, which was now filled with torn notebook pages. He smiled, stood up, and left the room. He decided to let Isadora work things out on her own.
Isadora was glad Duncan left. She loved her brother dearly, but sometimes he was over-protective. He might ask how her couplets were going, and that would cause her to blush even more. That, she was afraid, would cause more questioning.
She sighed, and leaned back in her chair. Isadora thought of the Orphans Shack. That had been an awful place. She did not envy the Baudelaires, for that's where they now resided. On top of that, they had to participate in S.O.R.E., which a certain villain in disguise instructed.
The Quagmires had heard much about Count Olaf from the Baudelaires. From what they knew, he was a mean, mean man out to get the Baudelaires. A wave of hatred overcame Isadora. She couldn't let anything happen to her friends, especially Klaus. She loved him, and would never let any harm come to him. She was determined to fight until the end. With a renewed courage, she left the room and headed toward the Orphans Shack, forgetting about her couplets. Isadora would fight for friendship, for life, for love. She would help Klaus and his sisters.