You were new at the school that Violet attends. You spent a long few days getting picked on by the “popular” crowd. They made fun of you, were rude to you constantly.

One day at lunch, you were sitting alone at a table when you felt milk being poured down your back, turning to see the same group who had been picking on you, Tears swelled in your eyes, and then you heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Why don’t you guys ever leave them alone.” Violet Baudelaire. She was in a few of your classes.