Well, here it is. You must think I have no life, updating everyday. But I do. It just revolves around fanfiction.
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A few days later, we actually had a fight, though. It was at lunch. I was just commenting on Nero being unfair and for some reason Klaus took offense.
"This is getting ridiculous. Look at you Sunny. It was inappropriate to hire you as an administrative assistant in the first place, but it's simply absurd to have you crawl laps by night and make your own staples by day." That's all I said. HOW could somebody feel insulted by that? But, of course, he was.
"Don't call my sister absurd or ridiculous!"
I felt my face get hot. "I'm not calling her ridiculous, I'm calling the situation ridiculous!"
"Ridiculous means you want to laugh at it," he said. "And I don't want you laughing at us."
"I'm not laughing at you," I tried to explain. "I'm trying to help."
Than he grabbed back his drinking glass. (We were sharing.) "Well laughing at us doesn't help at all, you cakesniffer!"
I grabbed back my silverware. "Calling me names doesn't help either, Klaus!"
"Mumdum!" yelled Sunny.
"Oh, stop it, both of you," said Duncan, his voice sounding exactly as pissed as mine. "Isadora, can't you see that Klaus is just tired? And Klaus, can't you see that Isadora is just frustrated?"
Klaus took off his glasses, which made his eyes look a lot closer and more captivating. He passed me back his glass of water. "I'm to tired to see anything. I'm sorry, Isadora. Being tired makes me crabby. In a few days, I'll turn as nasty as Carmelita Spats."
He was SO sweet. I passed back my fork and patted his hand again. "You'll never be as nasty as Carmelita Spats." I wanted to say more, but Duncan was there, and so was Violet. It seemed like whenever Klaus and I were together, at lest one of us had a whole entourage of siblings with them. Then, it just made it put off showing him my poems, the ones about him, but now I wish had shown them the instant I wrote them. If you like somebody, you should always tell them straightaway. You never really know when your next chance to be together will be, or if you'll ever be together again at all. The night before the fire, all I'd said to Quigley and Duncan and our parents was 'Goodnight.' I wish I'd said more. Now I have millions of things I wish I'd said to everybody, to Quigley and Duncan and Klaus and even Carmelita Spats. But I thought I'd have another chance. Chances kept being snatched away from me, but I still leaned on them. Now...Well, now I'd change a lot of things. But, of course, I can't. The chances I took for granted will never come back.
Sorry it's so short! The next one's mad long!