This is the final chapter of this story. I loved writing this fanfiction so much. I am very pleased with how it turned out.

I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed or will review this story. Your comments are greatly appreciated and galvanize me to keep on writing.

I'd also like to thank CJ for getting me back into fanfiction again, after reading her wonderful work!

I did not mention this previously: I did not create Briny Beach. That is a beach from ASOUE. (Although I think it was originally from The Walrus and the Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll.)

February 11th

God, you have no idea how bored I am. With my tools locked up, I have nothing to do. Not to mention all the books in Klaus's room have been taken away for a week, plus he isn't allowed to use our library for a week either, so he's moping around and we're arguing all the time. It's awful. It's all our parents' fault. We'd be better off on our own.

February 13th

Sunny, Klaus, and I are at Briny Beach right now, and I decided to take my diary with me. It's chilly out, but we're content. Klaus and I are sitting on opposite ends of the beach.

It's an odd beach. Even if it's sunny in the city, it's usually cloudy or raining at Briny Beach. The sand is almost a silvery color, and the water is more green than blue. The trees are bare all year round. Nevertheless, we all feel calmer. Klaus and I haven't argued for once and are just listening to the peaceful sound of Sunny chomping on twigs.

February 16th

Remember when I told Mrs. McLeion, my evil teacher, that Klaus knew how to get a person's head out of an airbag safely? I think now is a good time to tell you the story:

Father was driving all three of us home from this new ice cream parlor at the other end of the city. It was quite an unusual building. It was bright red and had a giant metal ice cream cone on top. It's called Indisposing Ice Cream. Klaus told me that "indisposing" means "sickening"…however, the ice cream was quite delicious. I had this unusual flavor called Fallacious Fruit Punch. Anyway, we were on our way home. Suddenly this idiot just blunders in a mad rush across the street and Father stops short. The airbag blew up in his face and somehow, his head went through it. To this day, no one has figured out how it happened. All we know is that…it did. The airbag popped, and he was stuck inside, unable to breathe. I tried using whatever I found to rend the bag quickly, but nothing worked. Then Klaus remembered something he had read and somehow pulled him out! I have no idea how he did it, and he never told me.

Maybe he's not that bad after all.

February 18th, 2005

Klaus was in his room, staring at his now bare bookshelves.

"You know," I started, "I did not do anything wrong."

"Of course not," he said. "You just ripped out a page from my book."

"Well, you shouldn't have gone into my room," I snapped.

After about three minutes, he said, "I'm sorry."

That was not what I had expected. "What?"

"I'm sorry." And he left.

I was a bit worried, as you can imagine, after searching the whole mansion and neighborhood and not finding him anywhere. I ran through the busy streets of the city, calling for him.

Before I knew it I had reached Briny Beach, and there he was.

"Klaus!" I shouted.

He looked at me, bewildered. "You actually tried to find me? Did our parents make you?"

I smiled a little bit. "No, I did it without anyone telling me to."

"Why?"

"Don't be stupid, you're my brother."

I sat down next to him. "Anyway, I forgive you. The whole thing was really dumb."

"Completely doltish," he said.

When we told our parents what had happened, I got my tools back and Klaus got his books back. We're both in the library.

Our library is quite an amazing one. It's always cozy but never too warm, and even if you aren't reading, it's nice to be in it. There are books on absolutely everything - rocks, crafts of the Middle Ages, the geography of Malta, muffins - and Klaus has read over half of them. I, however, have only read at most a fifth! I guess that's not bad; Klaus will read and read and read and read and read and read and read and read and read and read so of course he's read more. I worked on that clock of my grandfather's and I got it to work perfectly. It's a cute little clock. It's small and made of a painted-white wood. The face is also white. It makes me think of an owl.

February 20th

Now I've done it.

I was working with my new lock today. It's designed so that it can only be opened with a key; even a lock pick cannot open it. I sneaked into Mrs. McLeion's room. Previously she had made fun of one of my good friends' essays, and I knew I'd have to get Mrs. McLeion back for insulting a good piece of writing. What I did was that I replaced the lock on Mrs. McLeion's desk drawer with my new lock. (Hers was quite easy to pick.) After rummaging through the desk and finding a hair ribbon she took away from me last October, a carton of milk that had expired when I was twelve, various things like pencils, and a picture of the ugliest cat I had ever seen. It was white with red eyes. The cat appeared to be getting at twenty IV's in its left front paw. Judging by its facial features, it had been hit by a truck or something. After that I closed the desk I replaced her lock with mine so she couldn't open it. During history, she was trying to open her desk but was unable to. Everyone laughed. She looked at me and I waved the ugly cat picture at her.

February 21rst

My punishment for my little joke: no inventing, reading, or writing in this diary for two weeks.

Good-bye.

March 7th

Well, I'm back!

This week starts midyear vacation - no more Mrs. McLeion for a while!

Not to mention, it's almost springtime. Even she is in a much better mood.

Sunny made a wonderful toothpainting yesterday. She is quite talented. She told me to try it.

"Dare," she said, which meant, "If you don't, I will bite you. As a joke, of course."

So I did. I ended up getting paint all over my face. It was enjoyable, though. All the colors were an unusual blur in front of me.

Klaus tried it, too. Gold paint stuck to his glasses in little spots. It was funny. He had eyeglasses full of stars and sparkles!

March 9th

My siblings and I are going off to Briny Beach for the day. I'll leave my diary home, since it seems to be getting stormy and I don't want to get sand on it or pages blown away.

Good-bye.

While Violet, Klaus and Sunny were having a peaceful time at the beach, the Baudelaire mansion was in peril. Before either of the Baudelaire parents could do anything, a blaze had spread throughout the entire mansion. Flames licked at the walls, turning them an icy and deathly gray. The Baudelaire parents perished first; then the library and the children's rooms. Amazingly, the diary was the last to burn. Violet's worries and winnings, triumphs and tragedies, which had once been thriving with creativity, were destroyed forever. Once the fire had eaten its banquet, ashes floated weakly like petrified silver stars.