A/N: Here's chapter two. I believe I wrote most of this during bio. It's going to get exciting now. On with it…
Chapter 2
"Is everyone here?" Mr. Remora asked. "Can we start the meeting?"
"The students gathered in Mr. Remora's classroom hushed. There were about five kids who had joined the poetry club. Isadora had been busy writing poetry in her pitch black notebook. She brushed a piece of dark hair out of her eyes and looked up, eager to begin the meeting.
"Does anyone have ant poems they have previously written that they would like to share?" Mr. Remora asked.
Isadora eagerly raised her hand – too eager. There I go, acting like a dork again, Isadora thought.
"Yes, um, Miss Quagmire, right?" Mr. Remora was happy to have an eager student join his club.
"Yes, I'm Duncan's sister," she replied, fumbling through her notebook, black as her sweater, to find the perfect poem. Should I read a love poem that I wrote (with Klaus in mind) or a funny one or… oh this one, Isadora selected one of her poems.
"Okay, I'm ready," Isadora began.
"Like the flowers bloom in May,
My love for you is day to day."
"Very good, Isabella," Mr. Remora praised.
"Isadora!" she corrected.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," he apologized. "You have some real talent."
"Thanks," she smiled as she sat down. Other students shared their poems, but Mr. Remora didn't praise or compliment their poems the way he had Isadora's.
She happily sauntered back to the Orphan Shack, clutching her pitch black notebook close. She slipped on her pair of noisy shoes that lay abandoned at the door of the shack. She tossed her black loafers next to her brother's and entered the shack.
"Hey, Izzie: Duncan greeted, taking a break from playfully wrestling with Violet. "How was the meeting?"
"It was great," Isadora gushed. "Mr. Remora really liked my couplets."
"I really like your couplets, too," Klaus entered the conversation.
"He's so nice," Isadora sat down next to Klaus on the bale of hay. "I wish he was our teacher, Klaus."
"No, you don't," Violet and Duncan said at the same time. They looked at each other and giggled. Klaus and Isadora looked at each other and rolled their eyes, although they could both relate to their siblings stares.
Klaus took a mental picture of Isadora's eyes. They were dark brown and expressive. Klaus though they were pretty. Isadora is pretty, Klaus thought. He realized that he was practically staring at Isadora so he averted his eyes to Sunny, who was asleep on her bale of hay.
"Violet," Duncan began, "would you like to go outside for some fresh air?"
"Sure," Violet answered almost too cheery. She took his arm and went outside.
As soon as they were out the door, Isadora burst out, "They're almost too obvious." Secretly, she hoped that Klaus would pick up on her not so obvious hint.
"Yeah, Violet always was giggly around a boy she liked," Klaus told Isadora. "This one time, she liked this kid named Steven and he was the only person she would talk about. Then he moved away and she cried for a week and hasn't like a guy since."
"Guess Duncan broke her wall," Isadora suggested.
"Yeah," Klaus agreed. "So…"
"Umm," Isadora twiddled her thumbs. This is awkward, she thought.
The awkwardness ended when Violet and Duncan entered the shack. They were giggling.
"Izzie, let's go," Duncan said, "bye, Baudelaires!"
"Bye!" Violet and Klaus said as the Quagmires left the shack, switching their shoes outside.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Klaus narrowed his eyes at Violet.
"No, what?" Violet tried to play dumb.
Klaus just gave her "the look". "The look" was a facial expression that Klaus gave to people who were trying to be sneaky.
"Okay, okay, Violet gave into "the look". "We went outside to be in private. Then Duncan—"
"Klaus cut her off, "You know what, I don't even wanna know. G'night." He laid down on his hay pile and looked over to stare at the ugly green wallpaper with the hideous pink hearts. He shut his eyes to look at a pleasant mental picture. Isadora's face popped into his mind. A smile curled the lips on Klaus's sleepy face. He thought about everything that had happened to the Baudelaires recently. They were at a school to learn, they had met the Quagmires, and as of right now, Count Olaf was nowhere to be found. As these thoughts milled around in his head, he realized that things seemed fortunate and good. Almost too fortunate and good for unfortunate orphans like the Baudelaires…
A/N: The next few chapters should be up soon. Review!
