The Perished Penthouse

An unfortunate fanfic created by: Staroflightandhope

Hello!!! I'm usually bored on days when I have no school, so I wrote this so I'd have something to do. Well, on with the story, but first...

Disclaimer: If you have seen them in the books, they're not mine.

If you've ever heard of the expression "When it rains, it pours", then you would probably know that it meant that when one bad thing comes, many other bad things follow. And, if you have ever read any of the other stories on the Baudelaires' history, you would probably know that this expression fits the siblings quite well, actually. Ever since that horrible day at the beach, many more horrible days followed. For instance, a few days after that terrible day, they had to live with someone they would learn to hate and fear at the same time, Count Olaf. When they were placed out of his care, they were taken to a nice man named Montgomery Montgomery, or Uncle Monty for short, he ended up getting killed by his "assistant" Stefano. When they thought things couldn't get any worse, they were put in their Aunt Josephine's care, She got eaten by the Lachrymose Leeches when a man named Captain Sham threw her in the Lachrymose Lake. After, they were sent to Paltryville to work in the lumber mills, they were terrified to know that the nearby eye doctor was hypnotizing Klaus into destroying machinery. Soon after, they were sent to a horrible school called Prufrock Preparatory School. They made some new friends, the Quagmires, but they were captured by Count Olaf before the Baudelaires could save them. Later on, they were sent to live with Jerome and Esme Squalor, but they realized, with pure terror, that Esme worked with Olaf. Later, they were sent to a whole village! But they had to run away because they were accused of murder. (The list doesn't continue because I haven't read the 8th and 9th books yet) So all in all, the expression "When it rains, it pours" fits the Baudelaires more than it would fit anyone in this world. Now Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire look out the window of Mr. Poe's car, wondering if, this time, their lives would get any better.

To Be Continued.