Right now, I advise you to stop reading this fic. Unless you would like to know of the terrible things the Baudelaire orphans suffer, which will make you soak your floor when you end up banging on the floor with your fists, while crying and yelling and screaming about the horrible lives the orphans face. In their Series of Unfortunate Events they will be treated horribly. Once again, I warn you, unless you would like to know of the terrible things the Baudelaire orphans suffer, which will make you soak your floor when you end up banging on the floor with your fists, while crying and yelling and screaming about the horrible lives the orphans face, you will stop reading this fic.

First things first. The Baudelaire orphans names were Violet, Klaus, and Sunny. Klaus was a boy who was 10 years old who loved to read. Violet was a 13 year old girl who loved to try to invent things. Last but not least, Sunny was a 1-year-old baby who could barely say something.

One day, Klaus, Violet, and Sunny were at the Kincaid Lake beach when they saw a fat figure emerging from the fog. The fat figure was Mr. Poe, the family's lawyer.

"Baudelaire children, I come to bring to you some news. Good and bad news. Your mother and father have perished in a fire that burned down your home," said Mr. Poe.

"The good news may not seem so good. You will be living with me until we can find a relative of yours willing to accept you as their own children," said Mr. Poe.

This is the bad beginning of the Baudelaire orphan's series of unfortunate events.