тнe aυѕтere acadeмy: parт one

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Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Tʜɪs sʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ
Yᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏ
Sᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Aᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ
Tᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ sʜᴀᴄᴋ
Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ, ᴊᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ
Aʀᴇ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ
Tʜᴇʏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴀᴘs
Wʜɪᴄʜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsᴛɪᴄ sʜᴀᴘᴇ
Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ
Jᴜsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ
Aɴᴅ ɪɴᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ
Asᴋ ᴀɴʏ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ "sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ?"
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

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𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎-
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎.

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Prufrock Preparatory School. A place where Mr. Poe thought was safe for the children, but of course, he is never right. Each wearing the school's uniform, the children could hear a violin playing as they waited on a bench.

"I feel like we've been sitting on this bench for months." Violet blurted out.

"We've been waiting so long. Sunny is beginning to look less like a baby and more like a toddler." Klaus added.

"Growth spurt?" Sunny babbled.

"We have been through so much and now we are going to be tormented by this new school," Y/n grumbled.

"Well, the new school hasn't tormented us yet," said Vi, trying to keep her girlfriend thinking positive. Suddenly, a girl with red hair, a pink dress, a red broach, and fancy shoes tap-danced her way to Y/n and the Baudelaires.

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