Isadora's Diary
by: Snickafrick13
September 21
School as usual. I am comatose. I'm just sitting here, staring into space, bored with the objects Mrs. Bass had given me. I've measured them about 24 times. That dim-witted math "teacher" of mine hasn't even come by me with anything new. I've been sitting here like this for 15 minutes.
Isadora Quagmire sat motionlessly at her desk, staring out of the only window in Mrs. Bass' classroom, waiting for a distraction of some kind. All of a sudden, Vice Principal Nero burst through the door, followed by a new student.
Oh, goody. Vice Principal Nero. Wait-who's that guy in the sweater? Uh-oh. A newbie. May God have mercy on his soul, for today, thou shalt leave thine new math class with a migraine.
Isadora dropped her pen to look up at the poor soul that had just entered the classroom. There stood a boy with slightly messy brown hair. He was holding a book and a pair of glasses. He looked to be about 12 ½ years old. He looked around the uninteresting room, bemused-a word which here means "confused"-by the students' work. Isadora let her eyes wander back to the notes on her desk.
"I'm Klaus Baudelaire," the boy told Mrs. Bass. He looked over at the teacher.
"Yes. Thank you, Nero," said Mrs. Bass. Vice Principal Nero took a bow and left the room to the sound of bored children applauding. "Go sit over there with the twin. She'll tell you what to do." The door closed. Mrs. Bass pointed over at Isadora, who was still looking at her notes.
Klaus walked over to an empty desk beside the girl. Isadora noticed him there and looked up from her notebook. "I'm Isadora Quagmire. Nice to meet you." She extended her right hand to the boy, who shook it.
"Klaus Baudelaire. Likewise," said Klaus. He let go of Isadora's hand and took a seat. "So…what exactly are we doing?"
Isadora gave Klaus a joking smile. "Mrs. Bass is obsessed with the metric system," she explained. "She gives us different objects to measure and has us take notes on them." Isadora showed Klaus her notes. "I give you fair warning- write anything- absolutely anything in English customary units and she'll have a heart attack. One kid accidentally called out a measurement in inches and made Mrs. Bass scream. Believe me- it was not pretty."
Klaus laughed. "I've never heard of anyone obsessed with the metric system until now." Mrs. Bass thrust a ruler and a long, painfully pink scarf into his hands.
"You'll need these," Isadora said, handing him a notebook and pen. "Usually, the only thing
a person walks in here with is a ruler. And possibly a bottle of Tylenol. You read a lot?"
"Yeah," said Klaus. "What do you like to do?"
Isadora showed him her poems. "I write couplets."
"They're great," said Klaus. "I like the one about the headaches in class."
All of a sudden, the bell rang, setting the tired students free.
"There's the bell. Dinnertime," said Isadora. "Mind If I walk you?"
"Sure," said Klaus. He threw his things into the backpack he had carried into the classroom earlier. He walked alongside his new friend to the cafeteria.
A/N: Sorry there's no intro. Review? C'mon, you know you want to review…I wrote this all 'cause I looove you guys… Please? I'll update ASAP if you review:-&