So if you haven't noticed, I don't write long chapters. Honestly, I don't even know if I'm going to continue this. It might just be a oneshot.

Please tell me what you think. It really makes my day.

Violet Baudelaire and her mother were arguing. They'd been at it for over two days. Violet wanted to move her room farther away from her parents, and her mother did not support this idea.

The screaming echoed in the large mansion. Klaus Baudelaire was getting quite tired of listening to it. Finally, he walked into the kitchen, where his mother and Violet were still going at each others throat.

Violet was screaming something about how she was fourteen and she deserved to be able to get a larger room farther from that of her parents. "I'm not two anymore! Mother." She said the last word with gritted teeth. Her brown eyes flashed anger.

Mrs. Baudelaire sighed. "You know what? Why don't you go to the beach?" She sighed. Her eyes held a tired look. "Why don't you take the trolley down to Briny Beach?"

Klaus nodded eagerly. "I've read about some of the creatures down there, but it would be a whole experience to see them." He pushed his glasses back up.

Violet rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She growled.

Klaus looked at his sister. Normally she would have loved to go to the beach, and would have jumped at the opportunity to do so. "I'll go get Sunny." He said, confusion in his eyes.

Violet sighed. "Goodbye mother." She said.

Her mother stepped forward to give her a hug, but Violet brushed her away. "See you later." She said, hurriedly walking out the door.

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The wind was chilly, and the sand was cold. Violet shuddered, and pulled her jacket closer to her. She picked up a rock and threw, throwing all her frustrations into the throw.

She smiled enjoying the sight of it skipping, once, twice, seven times across the waters.

She put her hair up, thinking of a way to retrieve the rock, instead of having to search for another perfect one.

Just then, she saw a man walking across the beach.

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That night, in the room in Mr. Poe's house, Violet sat, staring off into the distance.

She felt tears running down her cheeks. It had been the last time she would see her mother, and she had pushed her away instead of giving her a hug.

She remembered the hurt look in her mother's brown eyes. Klaus had hugged her, and so had Sunny. But she had missed the last time in her life to give her mother a hug.

Grief tore through her, and she cried into her hands.

"Why?" She asked herself. "Why was I so selfish?"

Her body shuddered, and she bent over, crying.

Klaus walked in, took one look at his broken sister, and sat down next to her. "Violet." He began, but then he stopped. How does one comfort someone who denied the last hug they'd ever get from a loved one?

He said nothing, just sat and held his torn and broken sister.

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Violet stared at the lumpy oatmeal Count Olaf set before them. She shuddered, and felt the familiar grief start to come back.

Her mother could make broccoli taste good. I never got a chance to tell her how much I loved her, and what a good cook she was. If I could get her back, I'd move into a room with her.

Violet's eyes stared off into the messy kitchen of Count Olaf, thinking about happier times. Wishing she could tell her mother she loved her.

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