Posted in Posted by Lemony Snicket

'Ello my beloved friends! Here is chapter two, part one of my story! Click my catagory if you want to read the first of this story, it will  be there somewhere.

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“Everyone, get up, get up now! It’s a miracle!” shouted William, who was the early riser of the group.
 
     Groaning and moaning came from each of the beds, because I’m sure you know it is not pleasant to be woken up by someone yelling at you, especially if that person is your sibling.
 
     “What Will, didn’t you know we all wanted to sleep in today?” asked Rebecca, because out of all eight of them, she was the one who did not like to loose sleep.
 
     “It’s wonderful, fantastic, the best news I’ve heard in my whole life!”
 
     “What is it?” cried everyone.
 
     “One of the crew members came down here, and he told me the ship should be docking in at around noon today! I can’t believe it!”
 
     “And I don’t believe it,” responded Peter, “You’re joking, aren’t you Will? When Darren talked to the captain last night, he said it would dock tomorrow if we’re lucky, which we never are.”
 
     “No, I am absolutely serious. Would I lie about this to you? You know I want to get off of here more than anything, so why would I joke about it?”
 
     “Tristan, Darren, could one of you get up and ask someone if we are supposed to get off today?” Abigail inquired.
 
    Darren and Tristan replied with discontented sighs, but finally got out of bed, got dressed, and left the room to see if what William reported was true.
 
     “Why does no one believe me?” he muttered under his breath.
 
     The next few minutes were very suspenseful, waiting and wondering if their misery on the ship would truly be over in a matter of hours. Finally, after what seemed like a day, the two brothers came back.
 
     They smiled and said, “Pack your suitcases; at last, we’re getting off of this miserable ship!”
 
     Cheers aroused from everybody, and they all jumped out of bed to prepare to leave. The next few hours consisted of them wildly running about the small room, trying to collect their own possessions to pack up, and getting everything done that they needed to do. Everyone had lost track of time during this mad dash to get things ready to leave, so that when they all left the room to ask someone how much longer it would be until they would leave the ship, it came as a great surprise to them to hear the ship was docked right then.
 
     They all ran up to the deck, suitcases in hand, to see the only thing they longed to see for that week; earth, good, firm, dry earth, and, more than that, they wanted to feel it below their feet.
 
      After they were off the ship, they just stood for a few minutes, taking it all in. Then Peter said, “Alright, where do we go from here? I mean, do we have a place to go? I have no clue where we are right now.”
 
     “Well then, it’s a good thing that I do know where to go. There’s a boarding house not to far from here, and Dad gave me the directions to get there. Let’s go now,” replied Darren. He led the way, and, after quite a while of walking, they arrived at a brick building, about four stories tall.
 
     At the door, there was a man, middle aged. He had light brown shaggy hair, and just by the look on his face, you could tell he was a trustworthy and kind man. He wore a green waistcoat and held a pocket watch in his hand.
 
     He seemed as though he were waiting for someone, so Darren said to him, “Hello sir. We are expected here, I believe. Our father contacted you about getting a room here. Does the name of Greenwood sound familiar?”
 
     “Yes, it does, it absolutely does, exactly the name I was looking for. So good to see you! You all are here earlier than I expected, but no matter, all the more time to get to know you. My name is Whitley, Samuel Whitley.” Mr. Whitley shook every one of their hands firmly. “Come, let’s not linger here in the cold. Let me take some of these bags, I’m sure they are quite a load for you.”
 
     He grabbed Jana and Jonathan’s suitcases for them, and led the way into the building. When they walked in, the first thing they came to was a rather large room. The walls were burgundy, with two large windows on one side of the room, and on another wall, there was a great fireplace with a roaring fire going. In the middle of the room was a long, light brown coffee table. At the ends of the table, there were two brown chairs, and at the sides were two couches of the same color.
 
     “Well, my friends, shall we go up to your room?” Mr. Whitley asked. He led them up a large staircase, until they came to a number of doors. “Now, there are quite a number of other people living in this building, I myself, and my wife and daughter are in the room right next to yours. It has a lovely view of the mountains. It is quite beautiful, but dangerous, there have been quite a few avalanches going on lately, but it is lucky no one has been injured yet.
 
     “There is only one building that I know of that is on that mountain, and it is not at all a pleasant one. It’s where they keep the people who are accused of crimes. Why the police and members of court chose to put them there, heaven only knows why. The court is in charge of everything here, and is not very responsible about what they do. They come to verdicts all too irrationally, and come to the verdicts though faulty evidence.
    
     “If it weren’t for the sake of not having enough money, I would pack my bags and leave this place immediately. But, I must admit, my financial situation is not the best one; no one’s is here. The only reason anyone lives here is because it is an easy way to make a living for those who are struggling. There are some good jobs, though I believe most of them are taken now. But that shouldn’t worry you too much, seeing that your father already has a job secured here.
 
     “Well, you probably don’t want to hear anything more from me, here is your room.”
 
     He turned the key in the door knob, turned it, and opened the door. The room was easier to look at than the ship’s rooms, but not so easy enough to call it a home. As Mr. Whitley escorted them through the rooms, they found that there was a kitchen, a bathroom, a girl’s and boy’s bedroom, and one for their parents, when they would arrive.
 
     “Why don’t I let you all get settled, and at about 6:00, I’ll get you all and take you out to eat. So, make sure you are dressed in your best clothing! Goodbye!”
 
     When Mr. Whitley left the room, Abigail said, “I like him very much! He seems kind, and he makes it so that no one can mistrust his kindness.”
 
     “I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone like him myself,” said Peter, “he is rather odd.”
 
     “Don’t say such things Peter! He has been very friendly to us, I have no doubt it is because of him that we have a place to live,” scolded Darren. “He is the best of men. I am grateful to him for doing this for us. Alright, I want everyone to be unpacked and ready when he comes back.”