Here's the next chapter! Sorry it took so long...I've been very busy with school :(

Note: There is a little bit of coarse language in this chapter (mainly Melissa Sampson).

I said in the beginning that i would involve music a little bit into this so...a good song for Jane's POV for the fic in general that i found is: Forgiveness and Love by Miley Cyrus (don't hate me, i don't like Miley Cyrus but i still like a few of her songs)

Anyways...

Enjoy!

Jane Rumary

"We're sorry," Claire said, suddenly, "Jane didn't mean to hit you."

Count Olaf gave us a smile that showed all his teeth, which were surprisingly not as yellow. He probably whitened them. "Oh, no," he said, "that's alright."

"Are you a new teacher?" Nicole asked, coming out from behind the rock she had been using as a shelter.

"Yes I am," he said, "I'll be teaching Acting and directing the fifth grade play. What are your names?"

"I'm Megan and that's Claire, Nicole, Jane, and Klaus," Megan said, "We're all taking acting."

Count Olaf's eyes gleamed even brighter. "That's great. You can call me Alfonso."

"Okay," I said, quickly, "well, we're going to go play."

I picked up Klaus' book off of the bench and handed it to him.

"Have fun," Alfonso said, in a mockingly cheery tone.

I scowled. "We're not going to," I muttered, as we walked away towards the jungle gym.

Claire, Megan, and Nicole gave me odd looks. "What are you talking about Jane?" Megan asked.

"She means that the teacher," Klaus said, his voice hard, "is Count Olaf."

Their eyes widened. "You mean that bad man that is after your fortunes?" Nicole asked.

I nodded. "Yep."

"But how?" Claire asked, "He doesn't look like the Count Olaf you described. Didn't he have a gross tattoo on his ankle?"

"And one eyebrow?" Megan asked, looking disgusted.

"And yellow teeth?" Nicole asked, looking equally disgusted.

"He does," Klaus said, sitting down on the bench near us. I sat down beside him. I wasn't feeling well and being near Klaus made me feel a little better. "He's in disguise that's why."

"He probably waxed his eyebrows," I said, "and whitened his teeth. His tattoo is probably covered by something like it always is."

"And he's wearing a wig," Klaus said.

"You should tell the principal," Claire said, glancing nervously at where Alfonso stood, chatting with some other teachers, "he'll help you."

"We'll tell the principal," I said, "but I don't think it will work. The adults are harder to convince."

Klaus nodded in agreement. "One time he disguised himself as Captain Sham when we lived with our guardian Aunt Josephine," Klaus explained, "Aunt Josephine didn't believe us when we told her and when she did find out the truth…she was forced to write a fake suicide note that said we were to be placed in the care of Captain Sham. She really went to hide in a cave on the lake. Mr. Poe, who's in charge of our affairs almost let Captain Sham adopt us. Luckily Sunny, my younger sister, bit open the peg leg he wore to cover his real leg and tattoo. It was almost too late." Their eyes widened like saucers.

"What should we do?" Claire asked, "Can we help?"

I glanced at Klaus who shared my horror at the idea.

"No," I said, shaking my head, "you shouldn't get involved. He's dangerous and I don't want him to hurt any of you. Don't let him know you know who he is either or he might go after you."

They nodded. "We can help you in secret ways," Nicole suggested, "so he won't find out."

"Maybe," Klaus said, though he didn't seem to like the idea. We had no idea what Count Olaf was planning this time. What if it was something even worse than last time?

Violet Baudelaire

Violet began her classes for the day. After dropping Sunny off and making sure she was okay, Violet headed over to her first class, Physics. Violet wasn't one of those girls who had problems with their self-esteem. But she wouldn't have minded walking to class with someone. Maybe she would meet other people who shared similar interests today. She was excited for Engineering and she hoped that the class would be a challenge so that she could be more creative in her inventing skills. Maybe she'll pick up some new inventions that could possibly be used to protect Klaus, Sunny, Jane, and herself from Count Olaf when he came. Although the school looked very secure, Violet wasn't too sure that Count Olaf would give up. He had said to her that he would get his hands on the Baudelaire's fortune and Jane's fortune, if it were the last thing he ever did. So Violet would have to be prepared for when he did come.

Violet entered the room where Physics would be taught and furrowed her eyebrows when she found that the only empty seat in the room was beside Melissa Sampson. Violet was confused when she saw her. Melissa was in seventh grade…so why was she here?

"Hi," Violet said, quietly, as she sat down and took out her Physics binder from her book bag.

"Hey, Violet," she said, casually as if she didn't really care. She was concentrating on the book she was reading. Violet saw that she was reading The Catcher in the Rye. It surprised her that someone like Melissa, would be interested in reading for enjoyment.

"Is that book for school?" Violet asked as she pulled back her hair with her red ribbon. She wanted to be able to focus today so she could catch up on whatever she had missed. Violet hoped that if she worked hard enough, she would move from Honors Physics to AP Physics the following year.

"No," Melissa said, shortly, "Don't you ever read for enjoyment?"

"All of the time," Violet said, happy for something to talk about with Melissa. Violet hoped that if she got on Melissa's good side, if she had one, then Melissa might at least be a little nicer to her, "my parents used to have an enormous library filled with tons of books. It was my favorite place to go."

Melissa rolled her eyes. "I only read books that mean something to me," she said, "so you can save the conversation about fossils or whatever you read about for someone who cares."

Violet looked away towards the front of the classroom. She raked her brain for something to say.

"I thought you were in seventh grade," Violet said, cautiously incase she set Melissa off again.

"I am," Melissa said in a foul tone.

"Then, why…?"

Melissa shrugged. "At my last school I was in a higher science than everyone else. Seventh grade science is way too easy so the principal moved me to this class. Besides, it's not like I have much else to do around here than study and I like Physics. Here, I can design things to work the way I want them to. Similar to engineering which I was allowed to take because of this advanced science class."

"I didn't know you liked physics or engineering," Violet said.

"Surprising, huh?" Melissa said, twirling the pen she was holding.

"I'm an inventor," Violet said, "in fact, I've had to invent all sorts of things to save my siblings and our friend in the past few months."

Melissa gave Violet a curious look. "I didn't ask for your life's story."

Violet looked away again. Before she could think of anything else to say that wouldn't involve asking Melissa why she was so rude or why she tells lies that only hurt herself, but the teacher, Mr. Hall, came in and started the class. They were just finished a unit on air and flight. Now they were going to learn about how rollercoaster's function. They mostly took notes today to prepare for an upcoming lab assignment so Violet didn't have much time to worry about making conversation with Melissa.

Afterward Violet went to her History class followed by Latin, the language she had chosen to take. Violet had Business next and then Math. Violet was in the same math class as Melissa, however, Violet was assigned a seat away from her. Instead she sat next to Julia, the older sister of Jane's friend, Claire. Julia was nice and when the bell rang for Lunch, Julia invited Violet to join her and her friends at their table.

The seventh and eighth graders ate lunch at the same time as the freshmen and sophomores on certain days according to their schedule. Melissa was sitting at an empty table in the corner, still clutching her copy of The Catcher in the Rye. Violet had a tinge of guilt and felt like she should invite Melissa to sit with her, Julia, and her friends. But Violet had already brought up Melissa when they were talking about classes and all of them had said that Melissa was nothing but trouble and shouldn't be allowed to take freshmen classes.

Lunch was almost over and students were already throwing away their garbage and heading to their next class. Violet followed Julia and her friends as they made their way to the exit. They passed by Melissa's table just as five girls that looked like they were seventh graders too, walked over to Melissa's table, carrying their trays of food.

At first Violet thought that they might be her friends but when they reached the table, in turn, each of the girls plopped their trays down in front of Melissa.

"You look like a garbage can," one of them sneered and the others laughed.

Melissa scowled at them. "And you look like a hag from hell," she sneered back.

The girls glanced at each other and laughed as if they thought Melissa was foolish.

One of the girls noticed Melissa's book that was lying on the table next to her. She picked it up.

"Is this book yours?" she asked, dangling the book above Melissa.

Melissa glared at her. "Yes it is," she growled, "take your filthy hands off of it." Melissa reached up to snatch it but the girl merely shrugged and tossed it to her friend who walked over to the closest garbage can and held it over it. Melissa started toward it.

"Don't you dare drop it," Melissa snarled, "Give it here, now!"

"Sorry," the girl holding the book over the garbage said, though she didn't sound sorry at all. "But it's a waste of paper. I say it belongs in the garbage. Which is why you probably like the book so much since it looks like you belong in the garbage too. If you want your precious book, you'll have to do something for us first." The girl nodded to the trays.

Melissa glowered at her but didn't say or do anything. The girl gave her a sly grin and started to remove one finger at a time until the book was starting to fall into the garbage.

"Alright, fine," Melissa snapped and picked up the trays. She started toward where the trays were supposed to go at the end of meals. As she stepped forward, one of the girls closest to her played the same trick that had been played on Klaus not too long ago. The girl stuck her leg out and Melissa tripped. The trays flew from her grasp, sauce from the spaghetti that had been served spilled on the front of her shirt.

She cried out in anger and got up from the ground to face the sniggering girls. The one holding the book laughed the loudest. Another girl had her cell phone out and she snapped a photo of Melissa.

There were two teachers chatting in the middle of the cafeteria. They heard the laughing and turned around to see what was going on. They were both male teachers and Violet gasped when she recognized one of them.

He had black hair that was obviously a wig that was shaped in a way that people would call, 'the Justin Bieber' style except that the person who wore was a lot older than the pop singer. He had two eyebrows and wore long pants that went past his ankles. Violet knew immediately that it was Count Olaf. Her thoughts jumped to her siblings and Jane Rumary. She just hoped that they were okay.

The teacher and the villain in disguise walked over to the girls. Count Olaf glanced quickly in Violet's direction. Even though, Olaf was a distance away from Violet, she could still see his eyes shining brightly. Violet shuddered.

Violet was jolted from her panicked thoughts when the teacher that Count Olaf was with addressed the girls. "What is going on?" the teacher asked, noticing Melissa's soiled top.

"Melissa was just being clumsy and she tripped," One of the girls said. The girl holding the book had quickly moved it from where she held it over the garbage.

"I wasn't being clumsy," Melissa snapped, "they tripped me and they stole my book too."

"We didn't trip you, Mel," one of the girls said, "And if we did, it wasn't on purpose."

"We were just joking around about your book," the girl near the garbage added, "we were going to give it back."

Melissa opened her mouth to retort but was interrupted by Count Olaf.

"You shouldn't tell lies, little girl," Olaf said. As he said this, he glanced quickly at Violet as if in warning. "You might get yourself into a lot of trouble."

"Who the hell are you?" Melissa said, rudely.

"This is Alfonso," the teacher said, "he'll be teaching the fifth grade acting class. But anyways, someone tripping and spilling sauce on theirselves isn't something to laugh about no matter who's fault it was. Now, give the book back to Melissa and I hope I won't see you make fun of anyone like that again. Melissa, I hope you won't speak to a teacher like that again or you'll be in trouble too. "

"We're sorry," one of them said to Melissa. She didn't sound sorry at all. "we won't do it again."

"Melissa, you should go get yourself cleaned up before classes resume," the teacher said.

The teacher and Alfonso walked away muttering something about how rude children were.

"You're such a tattle tale," one of the girls said to Melissa when the teacher and Alfonso was out of earshot.

The girl standing near the garbage still had Melissa's book and without a second thought, she threw it into the garbage before they all walked away, giggling some more.

Julia and her friends hadn't seen everything that had happened like Violet had. They frowned at each other and whispered things like how rude Melissa was. Violet didn't care what they thought. Her parents had taught her to always do the right thing even when other people are doing wrong. Those girls were just immature and mean.

Violet walked over to where Melissa was, near the garbage can. She was trying to reach her book without falling in or touching anything gross. Violet wouldn't normally reach into a garbage can but she felt guilty about what had happened. She felt sorry because she had watched Melissa be bullied by those girls like everyone else and she didn't stand for Melissa the way she should have.

Violet reached into the garbage and pulled out the book. Fortunately, only crumbs had stuck to the book and not the yogurt that someone had thrown out.

"Here," Violet said. She held the book out for Melissa to take.

Melissa snatched the book away from Violet. "I didn't ask for your help," she grumbled, "I can take care of myself."

Melissa adjusted her top that was covered in sauce and hurried for the exit before Violet could say another word.