“HEY CAKE-SNIFFER!!!” Carmelita spat at you. She had been bullying you ever since you first arrived at Austere Academy, reveling you as an orphan.

“What Carmelita?” You asked sitting down with your lunch. You felt something wet run down your back, “That’s my seat you’re sitting in now MOVE!”

She yelled. You started to move but stopped at the sound of a voice, “Carmelita, shouldn’t you be tap dancing somewhere no one can hear?” You looked up to see Violet Baudelaire, also new here.