The Confusing Questions

This is a sort of mini biography to the Series of Unfortunate Events, where Lucia Snicket delves into her ancestors past to discover the truth of a range of characters that made up the popular series of books her brother, Lemony Snicket wrote.


2. The Bad Beginning


Hence the name, the Bad Beginning is just the start. The start, is bad. One of the most asked questions of the Baudelaire Investigator’s is, “What was going through the orphan’s mind the morning of their parent’s death?” And while they excitedly tell me their theories I just grit my teeth, smile a non-convincing smile and nod my head I never tell them they are completely wrong. Well in fact I know the whole story. Beginning to end.

Violet was awake first. The light burst through the gaps in her light cotton curtains like bars of gold. She breathed in the smoky air of the town and suddenly stopped, thinking. What if there was an invention to stop the smells you didn’t like, from reaching your nose? Violet reached over to the bedside table for her hair ribbon, which she tied but behind her ears. It always helped her inventing brains to whirr into motion.

Just while in mid-thought, Violet heard the sound of Sunny scrabbling on the head of her bed, a sign to be taken out. “Oh learn to walk already!” Violet muttered as she pulled herself from her thoughts and strolled over to Sunny’s bed. “Meeka,” (which means thank you) Sunny yawned, stretching out her arms so Violet could pick her up. Violet did, and together the two sisters went and sat on the big window ledge in the hall, which had an excellent view of all the districts. “Pesca!” Sunny suddenly shrieked, jabbing a finger at a small area north of the town. “Shhh, Sunny! You’ll wake Klaus!”

“Too late,” Klaus yawned, as he stumbled through his door to the landing, clutching a book. “We can’t have woken you if you were just reading.” Violet added pointedly. “Futa,” Sunny agreed.

“Well actually I fell asleep last night as I was reading. I woke up with my glasses still on and my book wide open on my lap!”

“What book?”

“Ohh… Just a book on model planes.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“It is.”

The siblings looked at each other. They never knew what to say. With no unfortunate events going on in their lives, and living a pleasant childhood in a mansion and two loving parents their lives were perfectly normal.

Sunny broke the silence. “Cake!” She shouted. Violet and Klaus laughed.

“You can’t have cake at seven-thirty in the morning Sunny,” Violet explained, trying to sound stern.

“Mother can make us some porridge, if you’re hungry,” Klaus said, helpfully.


The children laughed again, and then came a shout from the Baudelaire’s parent’s room. Violet ran in. A couple of minutes later, she came out again, a bit flushed. Violet went close to her siblings, and whispered, “We’ve been a bit too loud. Mother said why don’t we go to the beach, so her and Daddy can have a lie in.”

Klaus sighed.

Sunny sighed.

Violet tried to sound positive. “It isn’t their fault they’ve been a bit busy lately.”

Klaus nodded. “Yes, Violet, you’re right. So what they don’t spend time with us. I’ve heard worse. Things can’t get any worse, can they?”

And for once, the well-read, studios Klaus was wrong.

So wrong.

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