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Dearest reader it is perplexing that you should have gotten this far. What has the world done to you for you to think this is a proper story to read? Perhaps you have lost you mind, in any case I would be glad to call a doctor for you.
Chapter Eight I am so glad to have got this far, this is only really in part thanks to my first reviewer made me feel really goooood! So I decided to write more just for them plus my Coldplay CD helped a bit too.
"This place is really creepy" Beatrice picked up a blue tile adding it to her pile tucked neatly away in her captain's hat. "Hey-" "Shh call me Chief of police we'll be out of here in a bit sweetie" He handed her a pink tile. "That should be the last one, we should head back over the track to the office room." Beatrice held the hat close to her chest as they walked out of the tiny shack and over the track. Prufrock Preparatory School was in renovation and during the remodeling of a very old library had lost the tiles to its very secret room. With the new principle soon to show, a Principle Nero, they wanted to fix the lock before he stumbled upon it.
Beatrice set her hat down as they studied the broken door, on the top was the fragment of a pink tile and on the bottom left corner a green tile not much to go on. Any other volunteer wouldn't have know possibly what to do but Beatrice was a world class puzzle solver. Beatrice laid out the tiles in front of her tiny body then got up to survey it. The Baudelaire son leaned back against the wall, he knew if any one could fix the vault to the very secret room it would be Beatrice. "Blue, pink, pink, pink, blue, green" Beatrice turned her tile remodeling into a cute song. After a few moments the door began to sport a picture of a farm, a familiar farm. "Valorous Farms Dairy," Beatrice was reading his mind, it was a place that they met sometimes for new rules, secret missions, free hot cocoa and new disguises.
"Yah some workers from up town came in to check on the tiled wall-" a voice was speaking down the hall to another person. Beatrice laid the last tile in and turned to glance over her shoulder, "You hear that?" "Yes I hate to say this but I think we have to get out of here and fast. Shut the door honey." "Right Chief!" They both shared in a moments giggle before Beatrice pushed the door shut. "They are over there! Hey your not with the work team!" A lanky man screamed to the two youth, Beatrice crammed her glue in her hat and her hat on her head. She took hold of the policeman's hand and they darted down the hall and around two sleeping guards.
The hall came to a sudden dead end with a wide window much like the one in Josephine's home. The chief of police held out his arm to stop the feminine sea captain, "What do we do?" Beatrice felt panic creeping up her neck and spreading through her brain. The Baudelaire son being far more calm reached into his bag as he opened one of the panes, he pulled out a rope made of sheets and tied it to the column beside him.
"They went this way!" "Honey!" Beatrice panicked, "Grab hold of this, we'll make our way down and meet the Widdlershins on the road," "What if it doesn't hold I mean we could fall to our death and-" "HURRY!" Beatrice hitched up her leg and wiggled through the opening grasping with all her might the floral print sheets. Quickly the son followed her down and when they touched firm ground he again reached into his bag. "What are you doing-" "They opened the window!" The man screamed, Beatrice stepped back as her boyfriend threw his newest musical contraption at the rope. The musical device was created by the son to play by itself, it play four songs each a different genre each distinct and beautiful. The device tore the sheet at the part hanging out the window, it cascaded down in a billowing fluff no longer bound by a thin thread, Beatrice jumped up and caught it around the middle. "Let's get out of here!" She cried, "Aye, aye captain!" He agreed, they sped down the hill and past a small forest. The cool air of the night was filtered in cold puff through their lips when they come on to the dirt road the chief of police saw it safe to stop and rest awhile.
"Today is your birthday Beatrice," He puffed when he finally did speak, Beatrice removed her hat and handed him the glue.
"Yes it is isn't it,"
"You have a bit of glue in your hair." Captain Beatrice's hands went to her head. 'I'm just kidding its all in the bottle." Beatrice frowned, she didn't care to much for that type of joke. "Very flipping dumb" "Flippin?" "It means random." "I hardly think that means random I believe that means I didn't have a better word to use." A humid air settled upon the couple as they watched lights connected to people connected to the school ripple through the distant darkness. "You going to give me my present?" "You are 18 and still act as a 2 year old." "That is not true chief I know you have it so hand it over!" She held out her hands expectedly. "Why I never!" He smiled, "You wouldn't have brought up my birthday if you didn't have a present." The Baudelaire's son being a Baudelaire with pride and joy didn't see fit to just hand it over, in fact he got down on his one knee to give it too her.
In the velvety darkness in a distant place on a secret mission Beatrice decided to become Beatrice Baudelaire.
Seems like only yesterday the pain still fresh in my mind.