Hello! You have reached chapter the second of my lame fanfic! If I haven't already chased you away with the first chapter, this chapter is sure to do the job!
I Love Mondays! (Hey, the medication's working!)
I don't own the above saying; I found it on a t-shirt. So, sue me. (A/N: Actually, I am the potato salad freak, not Klaus. I just sometimes will give book characters my traits. Seriously, it's fun, you should try it.)
By the time the first russet rays of sunlight shone into the locked vehicle, the siblings had already awoken and were preparing breakfast. Today's special was potato salad, which Klaus enjoyed very much. Sunny grumbled at the sight of the delicious concoction of potatoes, mayonnaise, celery, and eggs. Potato salad had never exactly been her favorite; it was much too soft for her taste. After Esme and Olaf awoke and ate their helping of the creamy potato mixture, all of them realized just how incredibly thirsty they all were. All except for Esme frowned at the thought of drinking parsley soda. "I read once that a human can go anywhere from three to nine days without liquid," Klaus said. "I suppose we don't have to drink it." Esme suddenly remembered something, and reached inside her purse, pulling out a small slip of paper. "I just remembered," she said, "Parsley soda is out right now. Now we have nothing in to drink." "Who cares about being fashionable when you're trapped in a locked car?" Klaus said, clenching his fists in anger. "In is always important," Esme snapped, once again glancing at the slip of paper. "Great, orphans are out too!" she said, grimacing. She gave a cry of frustration and hit her fists on the dashboard so hard that one of her very long nails chipped. "Oh great," she said, "Now I've broken a nail!" "Well, then maybe you shouldn't grow your nails so long!" Violet yelled. The others in the car just stayed silent for a very, very long time. Olaf broke the silence. "Wow, I always thought that you were polite and nice," he said. "If you were to join up with me, who knows what we could do?"
"I'm not evil and never will be!" Violet snapped. Esme, by now, was whimpering miserably about her broken nail. Violet grabbed at her dress and ripped it, starting a huge cat fight. Esme and Violet continued the fight as the others looked on, Olaf in concern for his girlfriend, and Klaus and Sunny in concern for their sister. "Chompnchew!" Sunny shouted over the racket. Esme managed to push Violet off of her, and Violet crawled into the back seat and laid herself on the floor, making slight whimpering noises that made her sound like a sick puppy. Esme sat in the front and brushed herself off as if it were no big deal.
"Your sister needs help," Olaf said. "I mean like therapy help!" "Crasyhoo?" Sunny asked. "Don't even start," Olaf snapped. "Kookoo," Sunny whispered, and Klaus laughed as Violet suddenly scrambled into the trunk of the car.
Later in the day, it became terribly hot, but affected Violet the most because she was in a trunk. "Esme, dearest," Olaf asked nicely, "Can we please turn on the AC?" "Nope," Esme said, fanning herself. "Why?" Klaus, Sunny, and Olaf said in an exasperated tone. "Because," Esme replied, "AC is very out right now. It should be in sometime this Christmas." "Who," Olaf said, anger rising in his voice, "In their right mind would get rid of AC IN THE MIDDLE OF FREAKIN' JULY?" He ripped Esme's list of what was in and out in two and threw it on the floor in his rage. "I'm thirsty; please go send Sunny to get some soda." Klaus and Sunny stared at him for a moment. He had never called them by their names before; he usually just gave them some degrading nickname. "What?" Olaf asked. "Nothing," Klaus said, placing Sunny in the back seat.
"Violet?" Sunny asked. "Wha-what?" Violet responded in fear. "You okay?" "I'm fine," Violet said quickly, but she sounded frightened. "Please don't hurt me!" "Just need soda," Sunny said in a calm manner. There was some shuffling around in the trunk, and suddenly Violet tossed a bottle of the soda at her. "Here. Now please leave me be! Please?" Sunny was worried, but climbed back into the front seat and said "Parsoda". All of them were very thirsty, as you can imagine, and so all of them except Esme grabbed a coffee mug from the glove compartment and poured a glass. As most people know, soda, even if it tastes disgusting, is not exactly the best thing in the world to drink if you are thirsty, but it was the only thing that there was to drink in the car, so they made the best of it. Being so terribly parched, Klaus didn't even notice the disgusting aftertaste, and besides, he was drinking it as quickly as possible. "Burpee," Sunny said doubtfully. "I don't care, I'm very thirsty," Klaus said, handing Sunny a glass. Sunny was not nearly as thirsty, and so noted the taste, but didn't complain. Esme looked on in disgust. "I cannot believe," she said, "that you would drink something so out." "Shut your mouth," Klaus snapped, and even he was surprised by his rudeness. Under normal circumstances, both he and his sisters were usually very well mannered, but these were not normal circumstances. He was trapped in a seventy-five degree car with his worst enemies. The only liquid available was parsley soda. The car's battery had stopped recently, and so their ham sandwiches and potato salad would soon be spoiled, if they weren't already. Violet, his caring older sister, had become afraid of everyone and everything. Esme had begun to whine and whimper, and Olaf was beginning to act…. Nice. He and his little sister were the only sane people left in the entire car, and this would probably not last for long.
At noon, Klaus began to wonder what day it was. At one, he started to feel dizzy and claustrophobic. Soon, he lost all track of time, and I cannot tell you what time it was when Sunny started to chew on the steering wheel and Klaus had to lie down due to nausea and claustrophobia. As each person in the car fell asleep, and as each person wished to escape the car, their wishing would get them nowhere. They were on their own, in a locked car, and each would have to help the other in order to get out of this screaming metal death trap without tearing each other limb from limb.
Am I doing good? Do you like my work? Should I continue? Is it sunny wherever you are at? Please talk with me, I crave attention! Reviews are the only thing I have left…. (Snivel)(Insert tragic violin music here)