A/N: This is me, wiped out after having to learn a song that lists every single religion in the world in one and a half minutes and sipping air bourne so that sickness does not prohibit my singing of said song. Yeah, too bad no one cares. HI GABBY!
Klaus stared at his limp tie in the mirror. He looked a sight, with his ratty brown hair sticking up in every possible direction, his suit making him look like a perverted penguin, and his damn tie refusing to tie. The world hated him. There was no point in him living! He should just commit suicide! Then he wouldn't even have to go to the Violet's stupid ball.
He kicked the cabinet under the sink out of sheer frustration.
"Hey!" A small voice chimed from the space.
Klaus bent down and opened the wooden door.
"Sunny?"
The little girl grinned.
"What in God's name are you doing here?" Klaus took his sister's hand and helped her out of the cabinet.
"Practicing my spy skills."
Klaus stared at her.
"You know, like ninjas?"
Klaus still stared at her.
"Anyways, why did you kick me?" Sunny flicked her long blonde hair and plopped up onto the counter.
"Oh..uh…" Klaus stammered, "I just can't get my tie to tie."
"Really?" Sunny asked.
"Yes."
"It seemed to me that you were going to kill yourself."
Klaus wondered why he had such a weird baby sister.
"No I wasn't."
"Why don't you ask Quigley to help?"
"I don't want to bother him," Klaus was getting annoyed.
"You won't. Him and Violet stopped making out like an hour ago."
"They should stop making out all the time."
"You're just jealous because you want to make out with Isadora."
"No I…" Klaus paused as he realized that Sunny was exactly right.
"Shut up Sunny."
"I'm just saying, you finally got the balls to ask Isadora to this thingy, and you have to look good or you'll never get her to have sex with you."
"Sunny!" Klaus cried, shocked.
"What?" she asked, innocently.
"Sunny, go away."
"Fine," she said, hopping off the counter and heading for the door, " But if I were you and you were Quigley and Violet was me and Duncun was Isadora and she was the dog, I wouldn't go out with her because she would be a dog. Plus also now you are Quigley and that's incest and that's wrong. But I would also listen to Violet's advice because she is me and she is telling you not to look like a slob tonight."
She shut the door.
"Bye," she said.
Klaus wondered once again how a girl as bright, talented, and beautiful as the thirteen year old Sunny could be so odd.
As he was pondering this mystery, he heard a strange whisper.
"Klaus," it said soothingly, "This is your subconscious. Go ask Quigley to help you with your tie. You also might want to borrow some of his hair gel. And body spray. And perhaps a nice dry-skin ointment. WOOooOOOooooOO!"
"Go away Sunny!" yelled Klaus.
The soothing whisper turned into a screech as Sunny ran away screaming, "I hate you, Klaus!"
