Isadora POV

I sat waiting at my desk. Miss bass was late again and the other kids were starting to get out of hand. A boy kicked my chair. I ignored it and hoped he wouldn't do it again. For some reason hoping doesn't get you anywhere in this place. Prufrock prep. A boarding school for rich kids. Unfortunately I'm an orphan so I get treated differently. The boy kicked my chair again, pushing my stomach into the desk. It hurt a lot but I didn't want to say anything. Saying something would lead me into more trouble. I leant down and picked up my pen from the floor. Or should I say my pens remains. Some other kid had destroyed it a few minutes ago. I felt something lightly touch my head and girls around suppress a laugh. Once again I ignore it. Finally the door opened and miss bass came in with a fruit bowl. Behind her stood a boy of about the same age as me. He had dark brown hair like mine. His eyes were green like an emerald. I looked down onto my desk where my tattered notebook sat. Then I looked across to other people's desks where their fresh, crisp notebooks perched. They got new ones every semester. Since I was an orphan I didn't, and neither did my brother. I had had mine for three semesters now and I had to write small to fit everything in since I guess they weren't going to replace it. I looked back up at the boy, who had just introduced himself as Klaus Baudelaire. He was looking at me. While he was left standing at the front of the class he never took his eyes off me. For some reason he kept reaching up and touching his hair, almost as if he was making sure it was still there.

Klaus POV.

I followed the strange looking lady into the classroom that I guessed would be the one I was going to have most of my lessons in. I peered in just in time to see some girls run back to their seats. I wondered what they were laughing at, but then I saw the little pieces of paper in another girls hair. Her hair was brown and she had deep brown eyes. She looked at me before looking down again. The other girls were laughing with their hands covering their mouths. Some of them even had tears in their eyes because they were giggling so much. I looked back to the girl and found her looking at me again. The weird teacher had told me before we entered the room that I was to stay stood at the from until she told me otherwise, so I took the time to signal to the girl. She looked intelligent so I figured she would understand. I kept my eyes locked onto hers and reached up to my head a few times. She seemed to be getting the message but not doing anything about it. Maybe she enjoyed the paper on her head?

Isadora POV

He kept doing those gestures. Like what was he doing? It's wasn't like his hair was going to fall off. Or was it? Maybe he had a rare skin condition.

Klaus POV

I guess she isn't getting it. Or maybe it's real dandruff. That would be disgusting. She looked concentrated on my actions. Then she mouthed 'what' to me. I discreetly pointed to my head. She reached up and felt the paper. The entire class burst out laughing as she brushed it off her head. I saw her eyes fill with small tears and she looked down at her desk, a curtain of her hair covering her distraught face.

Isadora POV

I couldn't stand it any longer. What was he on about? I mouthed 'what' at him and he pointed to his head. I reached up and felt small paper balls scattered in my hair. I brushed them off and the class all laughed at me. Tears took over my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall. As much as these people push me, they never have and never will see me give in and cry. But right now I just wanted to be alone. Not in a crowded classroom of people who hated me. The only person I liked now was klaus, only because he had told me about the paper. But to be honest he's probably just like the rest. He just had to come out of his shell. I just wish I knew why everyone hated me. Miss bass told the boy to sit down and for some reason he sat next to me. I didn't say anything. Not even thank you. But I'm sure he got the message.