The Start Of Our Adventures

Not many children ever have to deal with the death of a parent even less have to deal with the loss of both parents. And i doubt any fourteen year old children have to even picture the image of having an innocent day at the beach with your younger brother and sister and having Mr. Poe emit from fog with a puzzling expression spread across his face and telling you your parents have died. That is exactly what happened to my 12 year old brother Klaus, younger sister Sunny and Myself. The feeling on hearing that your parents have perished in a fire that destroyed your entire home is indescribable. Its not just one feeling but multiple, depression, despair, confusion and complete loneliness  Many emotions but none remotely close to happiness. Its been only a day since I've heard the news and i still can't completely comprehend what happened. All three of us have been sent to our closest relative's house, Count Olaf's. He is a strange man; aged in his late 50's with peculiar hair, bald at the front and grey at the back, it sticks out as if he has been caught in a storm. His eyebrows are even more peculiar and his teeth are stained yellow. None of us feel comfortable hear in this dark Gothic house and his presence doesn't calm any of us at all.Maybe after some time we will adjust to these foreign surroundings but i don't feel it happening anytime soon. But as i say 'there's always something!'

                                                                                                                            Violet Baudelaire