Disclaimer: I do not own Lemony Snickett. I do not own any of his charecters or places. I do not own A Seris of Unfortunent Events. I do not own the US. I do not own the world. What I do own is a small, imaginary, island called East New Bonga Bonga, where all my ideas take place. I also own Trina, and anyone else who did not come from the wildly wonderful mind of Lemony Snickett.
Trina sighed. She was board. She always got board in between craft fairs, after all, crafts were what she did for a living. She wandered into her studio and started to sketch a new idea. She wasn't sure what it was, it looked kind of like a person, and kind of like a knife. It wasn't much of an idea, so she continued drawing.
All of a sudden she dropped her pen. She recognized that face. It was her older sisters face. Esmerelda.
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Violet and Klaus walked aimlesly, a word which here means: without goal or aim, along the path. Before too long they arraived at a small fairground. There were many people milling about and setting up booths. Just then a thin young woman noticed them.
"Hello!" she said with a smile. "Are you here for the craft fair?"
"No, we're, um, looking for our sister" Klaus said.
"Oh! What does she look like?" the woman asked.
"Well we don't expect to find her here." Said Violet. "What are you doing?" she added.
"I'm setting up my booth for the fair. Would you like to help?" The young woman asked. Violet and Klaus both nodded. "By the way", she added "My names Trina."
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Trina sighed. She was board. She always got board in between craft fairs, after all, crafts were what she did for a living. She wandered into her studio and started to sketch a new idea. She wasn't sure what it was, it looked kind of like a person, and kind of like a knife. It wasn't much of an idea, so she continued drawing.
All of a sudden she dropped her pen. She recognized that face. It was her older sisters face. Esmerelda.
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Violet and Klaus walked aimlesly, a word which here means: without goal or aim, along the path. Before too long they arraived at a small fairground. There were many people milling about and setting up booths. Just then a thin young woman noticed them.
"Hello!" she said with a smile. "Are you here for the craft fair?"
"No, we're, um, looking for our sister" Klaus said.
"Oh! What does she look like?" the woman asked.
"Well we don't expect to find her here." Said Violet. "What are you doing?" she added.
"I'm setting up my booth for the fair. Would you like to help?" The young woman asked. Violet and Klaus both nodded. "By the way", she added "My names Trina."
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