A/N: So this is the final product for my fanfic for my English class. It'll be split into a couple parts cuz it's loooooong ahahahahaha 37pagessinglespaced12sizedtimesnewromanfontahahahahahahhaa
The end is klunky sorry :/
WELP I PROMISED Winter_blue5 AND JershDunzanTyTy SO HERE IT IS!!!!!!!
If y'all like it, then I'll think about writing an actual SOUE fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the "Unfortunate Events" or "Maze Runner" characters. The only character I own is Celia Lewis/Lynn. This is a crossover between the two stories, and not copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter One

I am here to inform you that the account which you are about to read is not a particularly happy one. There are certain moments when the terribly unlucky Baudelaire children feel a sense of joy, but every sentence and word ultimately induces tears in my eyes. If you are looking for a cheerful and happy-ending sort of story, I advise you to put this book down and read something else. If you are not, I still advise you to put this unfortunate tale down and go look for something else.

For all of you still reading, I warn you to continue with extreme caution and tissues. We start in a far away time, a couple months before the Baudelaire children receive the awful news of the awful fire. We start in a time of happiness, a word and time that now seems so very far away...

"Klaus look!" Violet Baudelaire, the eldest child, pointed out of one of the wide windows in the parlor. Klaus Baudelaire, the second child and the only boy, pushed up his glasses and looked at where his sister was pointing. Sunny Baudelaire, the youngest child, sat on the floor with a metal spoon, which she was currently chewing on.

"It's just the empty house, Violet," Klaus said. He went back to his book, but his sister tugged at his sleeve. I may add that the certain house Violet was motioning for her brother to look at had been empty for most of the years the Baudelaire family had been living in their own mansion, which was a certainly long time.

"Klaus! Look! There's boxes!" she said excitedly. Klaus sighed and looked up from his book again. Observing closer at the house across the street, he could see there were a multitude of brown boxes around the front porch. Here, multitude means "a lot of brown boxes at the usually empty house across the street."

"Someone's moving in?" Klaus wondered aloud.

Sunny shrieked a "Nopafish?" which meant "A new friend?" Sunny was at the age where one only speaks in a series of shrieks, gurgles, and babbles. Violet picked the baby up.

"We should go over and meet them!" she said boldly. Klaus was unsure.

"Are you sure? They have only just moved in. Plus we don't know if any of them are our ages," he said. Klaus was not in the certain mood one has to be in to meet new neighbors. After all, he had reached a very interesting portion of his new book. Violet pulled the ribbon out of her hair and put it in her pocket. Anyone who knows Violet well enough can tell you that when she ties her hair up with a ribbon, it means that the gears in her brain are working hard to invent something. And they had been. She had been working on a new project: making toast out of the grandfather clock without changing the time on the actual clock.

She gently tugged the spoon out of Sunny's teeth and placed it on a table.

(A/N: I FORGOT TO ADD THAT THESE  CHAPTERS ARE LONG SORRYYYYY )

"Come on Klaus! We don't know many people. Might as well. And it will be even better if they have someone one of our ages." She beckoned for her younger brother to follow her to the door.

"Alright." Klaus sighed and reluctantly closed his book about wolves of North America, a recent study of his.

Klaus was an avid reader, a word which here means "reading books at any and all time possible." He loved to read so much that sometimes, he would read late into the night and the Baudelaire family would find his fast asleep in his bed with a flashlight and his glasses still on. However, his favorite place to read was the beloved Baudelaire library in their lovely mansion. He loved every book in its huge shelves and loved to read in one of the big, comfy seats. I myself have never visited the Baudelaire library, but it must've been a grand sight. It was one of the things Klaus missed the most when their house burned to the ground.

Violet, on the other hand, was a great inventor. She had quite a genius and creative mind. Gears and pulleys were always whirring, clicking, and pumping in her head, which was full of many ideas on engineering, specifically mechanical. Like I mentioned above, the times when her brain was functioning the fastest or the times when she wanted to think of an invention were the times when she had her hair tied up so it would not  get into her eyes.  She loved inventing - a word which means "taking things apart and putting them back together as something entirely new for a new, useful, and creative purpose" - with all her heart and soul. Almost as much as she loved her family.

Sunny was just a baby, no smaller than a shoe, but her gifts were her four teeth, which were as sharp and strong as a shark's. She, as I said before, spoke a language that only infants  can, but her siblings could understand her as clear as day, a phrase which means "to understand very clearly and with ease." The phrase really has nothing to do with daytime or nighttime because a day could be stormy or rainy and not clear at all. But the phrase accurately describes how the Klaus and Violet could understand their sister, as clear as day. The older two vowed to always protect their little baby sister for she was very, very dear to them, even though she was as small as a shoe.

The three Baudelaire children were not spoiled at all, even though their parents were fairly wealthy and many people assumed they were. In fact, the children were extremely responsible and hardworking because they did various chores around the house. Their parents loved them very much and vice versa, which here means "the children loved their parents as much as their parents loved them." The children knew various information about various subjects because of their parents and the ginormous Baudelaire library. And they were about to meet one of their greatest friends. Although, I really should not say too much.

"Klaus, hurry up!" Violet said, impatient to meet the new neighbor. Or neighbors.

"Don't rush me, Violet!" said Klaus as he put his jacket on.

Sunny banged her hand on the floor and yelled "Hablaf!" which meant something along the lines of "Hurry, Klaus! I want to meet the neighbor for they might have hard things for me to chew on!" Klaus finally finished buttoning his jacket, and Violet picked Sunny up and walked with her brother out the door.

The three children walked outside and started to make their way across the street when they saw someone jog in their direction from the newly-moved-in house. Klaus and Violet exhaled glances, and Sunny made a confused face. It was a face that one makes, for example, when seeing a quite confusing play by a quite untalented theater troupe. I recently heard from  some of my friends who went to a quite confusing play acted by a quite untalented troupe. They said it was extremely and interestingly horrible.

"Hullo!" It was a girl. She ran over and stopped in front of them, panting a bit. The girl wore a blue skirt that reached her knees, a white blouse, brown shoes, and she had dark hair that was pulled up in a simple but messy braid. Parts of the braid were falling apart, and the stray hairs framed her round face. She also wore some glasses that made her look intelligent. Klaus guessed she probably was. She also looked his age or older perhaps. She waved slightly. "You must be the Laire's!" she exclaimed happily. Violet and Klaus exchanged glances again. They both noticed that the girl had a heavy British accent.

"Um...sorry...who?" Violet spoke up. The girl's face fell slightly.

"Oh I must've mistaken you for someone else! I'm sorry. I get mixed up sometimes," she apologized. "I'm new here, so I have been feeling a bit bewildered." There was an awkward silence. "Bewildered means..."

"To feel confusion. We know," Klaus said. She smiled at him. To be bewildered is to feel a feeling of confusion. One might be bewildered when they order a sandwich and instead receive a salad. Klaus was truly impressed that their new neighbor knew such a word and used it correctly.

"Right. Sorry again. It's just that I am pretty sure that that house you just came out of is the Laire's. But I might be mistaken..." She stopped to think and observe the Baudelaire's mansion. Klaus pushed up his glasses.

"I think you are thinking of the Baudelaire's," he said. The girl looked at him.

"I think you're correct! Are you the Baudelaire's?" she asked. The three children nodded.

Sunny loudly said, "Yeir!" which meant "Yes we are!"

"What my sister means is yes, we are the Baudelaire's," Violet translated. The girl smiled again, this time at Sunny. It was quite a big smile. "I'm Violet," Violet said.

"I'm Klaus," Klaus said.

"Saimgi!" Sunny shouted.

"She said 'I'm Sunny,'" Violet said.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Celia Susan Lewis, but you can call me Cel," the girl said. She gave a small curtsy and grinned. "I'm from England." The three children nodded.

"How did you know who we were?" Violet asked. Klaus looked at Celia.

"My parents know your's apparently," she replied. "That's part of the reason we moved to this neighborhood." Violet looked at Klaus.

"Our parents never told us they knew Lewis'," she said thoughtfully. Cel shrugged.

"I don't know for sure. I just learned about your family when we were moving. Which was about a week ago!" She laughed. Klaus decided to speak up again.

"Um...your initials are CS Lewis. Like the..."

"Author," Cel finished. She nodded.

"My parents named me after him. He is quite an amazing author! One of my favorites actually," she added sheepishly. She pushed up her glasses with a smile.

"He's one of mine too," Klaus said.

"I'm assuming that you like to read?" she asked the boy. Violet nodded vigorously, which means "very eagerly or energetic." It can also be used to describe someone's dancing or someone wringing a wet towel. In this case, it is more like the dancing.

"He does," Violet said. "He is a very avid reader."

Sunny nodded in agreement and yelled, "Bokunjas!" which meant "He loves books!"

"We had quite an amazing library back home, but I was only allowed to take some of the books here," Cel said sadly. Klaus brightened.

"We have an amazing library in our home," he said.

"It's huge," Violet added. Celia's face glowed.

"Really?" she said with great interest. Celia loved books as much as Klaus loved them. I myself only find certain ones enjoyable. This very one is not on my list.

"You can come over and use it anytime you would like!" Violet told her. Klaus nodded.

"Really?" Cel said excitedly.

"Of course! We have almost every book you can imagine!" Klaus said, his eyes shining. Celia looked at him with great joy, something I myself have not felt in a long time. Klaus, at the time, was also feeling great joy.

"Thank you so so so so so much!" she practically yelled. She covered her mouth. "Oops." All four children laughed.

"Celia!" There was a call from Cel's house.

"Coming!" She turned back to the Baudelaire's. "Sorry. I have to go. I'll see you around?" Violet and Klaus nodded.

"Deamsonyo!" Sunny said loudly, which probably meant "We will definitely see you soon! I like you!"

"She said yes. And also that she likes you," Violet said. Cel smiled and ran off, her braid bouncing off her back as she ran. Klaus looked at her admiringly. Violet laughed a bit.

"What?" he said. She grinned.

"Nothing," she replied innocently. Klaus rolled his eyes and started for the door. Violet put Sunny on her hip and walked inside. Before he could step in, Klaus gave one last look at Celia Susan Lewis, CS Lewis. He smiled and could feel a new friendship growing.

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ALRIGHT BYEEEEE
-Dalvie ;D