Ok, so if you don't review this story is going to be updated much slower than intened due to the fact that my inspiration level goes down when nobody reviews my stories.

Anyways, couples and some stuff about the story are posted in my info under October 15th.

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I lost track of time that night. Finally, Bertrand, Joelle and Stella came to the room. When they found out what happened they cried to. We all just sat there crying silent tears until morning. We each silently dragged ourselves to our classes, while Stella playing quietly with Hunter all day. Lunch was silent, and dinner was a little bit better.

Beatrice came over to the table. She put herself under my arm and said, "It hurts terribly doesn't it?"

I rested my head on top of hers and we just sat there for a bit. Blake and Benjamin came over, and Joelle and Bertrand tried to cheer everybody up. Even Stella did her share, by mimicking Camilla Spats.

The funeral was the next Friday, and the Baudelaire's were allowed to come. Laurette picked us up and brought us to the church. I was spacing out during mostly because I was afraid if I was going to listen, I might lose it.

Once we came back to school, we were informed by Tuesday and Thursday that Nero made a new rule.

No weekends.

People argued that this was unconstitutional, and what they got was no glasses at meals, and only puddles on their trays. It was hard to decide which rule was more ridicules.

And as added injury to insult, a phrase which here means, stupid things to more stupid things, they now had to attend piano recitals every night for six hours.

Time went by slowly, until to Kit's pleasure, new people showed up at the school.

They were all dark haired, male, triplets. There is Frank who was exceptionally good at chemistry and science. Ernest is scarily good at persuasion and psychology. And Dewey was into books and library science.

Kit sat next to Dewey in Mr. Houston's class. Mr. Houston was terribly mean, but was way interested in chemistry and making things explode.

"I heard about you parents," Dewey said after Mr. Houston said that they were to be lab partners. "I'm so sorry."

"Its ok," Kit said. "Its not your fault. I'm Kit Snicket."

"Dewey Denouement." He said. "I'm not very good at this type of thing."

"Me neither. But it's just measuring when you think about it." Kit said. "I'm more of a writer."

"Me too. I love books. My parents have a hotel that's designed on the Dewey Decimal System."

"Really?" Kit asked. "That sounds fascinating."

"Not really," Dewey said. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes, of course." Kit whispered.

"I've made a underwater library in the lake." Dewey whispered.

"Why?"

"I'm convinced there's something more," Dewey told her.

"About what?"

"We'll talk later. I don't want anybody to know too much."

Meanwhile in Miss Kennedy's class, Beatrice and I were writing essays for English. We were talking softly, about things.

"Laurette said that our parents left behind a fortune," I said.

"Ours too. It's a tad scary." Beatrice said.

"Why?"

"I have feeling something bad is going to happen with that money." Beatrice told me. "There are greedy people in this word."

"Your so smart." I said, "Much smarter than me."

"I'm not," Beatrice said.

"You are too. It's all of those instruments you play." I told her.

"If I wrote half as much as you do, I'd be brilliant. But I'm not." Said Beatrice.

I think I love her.

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"Joelle?" I asked.

"What?"

"Does Bertrand like Beatrice?"

"I have no idea, why?"

"Haven't you seen how he looks at her?" I asked.

Joelle looked up. "He probably looks at her because she's pretty. Trust me, he doesn't like her."

"How can you be sure?"

"Lemony!" Joelle said exasperatedly. "He's fifteen. She's eleven. He does NOT like her."

"Sheesh."

"Lemony?" She asked in a slightly nicer voice. "Don't get yourself in over your head."

"Why?"

"I did."

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