Chapter II: Duncan Quagmire
Uh! They won't stop it! Every time I try to do something they're there with their insults!
"Hey, Duncan, Is your last name Holes and your middle name Donuts?"
"Hey, can I come over to your place and get some Donuts? I know where you live, right in the gas station!"
I HAVE A HEART!
Which means I can love someone. I can love Violet Baudelaire. Since the millisecond I saw her I was in love. That's why I dragged Izzie over to the Baudelaires at Prufrock Prep that one day. I was in a trance from her beauty. (Violet's beauty, not Isadora's.) So I sat down to do a little chatting while she did some mouthing. (A/N: My own little word for eating. You like?) And then she had a baby sister. I have never been truly fond of babies. This one had fangs. Her name was Sunny. It makes me think of Violet and I walking into the sunset. Oh, yes, and her brother, Klaus. Klaus looked like a nerd. BINGO! That was the understatement of the century! (Besides the one about Carmelita Spats) Nerdy, nerd, nerd. Book-lover. Couldn't hate him really. Three reasons:
A: He was interested in reading and I was interested in writing
B: He was one of the few nice people in the hole darn school
C: He was Violet's brother (I mean come on)
But there's this problem. Uh, Quigley likes Violet. (I'll kill him!! No, I won't.) But we are the same in looks. I must prove I am better than him. I simply must.
As a journalist-in-training, I have not really experienced love like Isadora has through her poems. I write about true events happening in real life. She writes about emotions. She thinks I don't get it. I get it, Isadora. I get love now.