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Linka Lewis was in a dumpster. No, a van. Yes, Linka Lewis was in a van. It was easy to see why one could mistake it for a dumpster, though. It was a horribly run down van, a van which felt each bump like a mountain, a van whose paint was even as she was thinking was peeling onto the road, a van which drove up hills in June like they were covered in ice, a van so loud she had trouble hearing herself think, a van so broken she half expected to stop at any moment. It was in this van that Linka Lewis sat, going down the freeway. A van driven by a middle-aged, green-shirted, long-nosed, man with a prominent bald spot whom she was to call dad. A van whose passenger seat was taken up by a middle-aged, pear-headed, blonde woman she was to call mom. A van, which a seat immediately to the rear of the driver was a young, snowy-haired, freckled girl with torn clothes who was called Linka.

The girl had just been adopted, and was heading now to meet the house she would call her home, and the people who she would call her family – so she hoped. She was rather apprehensive about her new family. After all, being in an orphanage for the past couple years, she had definitely heard stories of abusive men taking in foster children and the like. She had also been told by the green-shirted man that they had 11 kids! Linka was quite shy, after all. The though of living with 13 new people scared her. And she had been bullied in the orphanage, not the least because of her prosthetic leg. She was just different, in any way you sliced it, and she was worried about not fitting in or being bullied in her new home. Out of 11 kids, she reasoned, 1 must be a bully.

Linka also was thinking of the logistics of the situation. She was baffled that one family could have 11 kids, 10 biological daughters and one adopted son, and still have enough time, money, energy, space and all that for another kid. 10 biological kids. Had they ever heard of protection?

It was perhaps because of that one son that she was stressed the most. Linka never knew her birth parents. She was adopted the first time soon after birth, but she had found out recently that the reason that she was being adopted now, was that these two in front of her, Mr. & Mrs. Loud, had adopted her twin brother. They had been looking for Lincoln's twin sister all this time, but only found her 4 months ago. Linka didn't even know she had a twin brother until 4 months ago. He was their son, Lincoln Lewis. No, Lincoln Loud. She supposed that she would have to be called Linka Loud now, as well. Lincoln and Linka Loud. Linka wondered once again about her birth mother's creativity in coming up with names. The two names, Lincoln and Linka, were different in only 4 letters, or 3 going off of the sound. She would have preferred names like in Star Wars. Yes, Star Wars, Luke and Leia still begin with L, they're still normal names. Why couldn't they have names like that? She wasn't sure if Linka was even a real name.

As she was thinking this, the blue and white van made a turn so fast, looking back Linka would have sworn the van was flying, and emerged off of the freeway onto a main street in what looked to be a typical American suburb. Welcome to Royal Woods, the green sign said. They continued driving for another 15 minutes, Linka repeating the same thoughts in her head, before they arrived, apparently. Linka was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't notice until the constantly jarring engine sound had stopped.

She opened the door, and went to get her stuff from the trunk, only to find Mr. Loud already had it. She took her things from him, not wanting anyone to hold her personal belongings, and walked with the couple to the door. She felt Mrs. Loud's reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"You'll do fine, sweetie."

She sure hoped so. Mr. Loud was fumbling with his keys. A mix of excitement, anticipation, and worry, Linka's mind was going crazy. This is the moment of truth.

Nothing.

Mr. Loud turned to his wife. "I think I left the house keys in the house again."

"That's fine, Lynn. I've mine right here."

The red-shirted woman groped around in her pocket, and finally pulled out a set of keys. She put it in the lock and started turning. This is the moment of truth.

Nothing.

"Oh, these are the keys to the break room in the dentist's office."

"Never mind, Rita, I'll just call Lori."

"Call Leni. Lori said she put her phone on silent so that Bobby wouldn't be able to disturb her tonight."

"Good Idea." He took out his cell and called Leni. Linka figured these Lori and Leni characters were two of the many Loud daughters. Her new sisters. The thought of having 10 new sisters made her feel even more uneasy.

"Hello, Leni... We're locked outside... No, its me, Dad... Yes, we've got Linka... We're outside... No we can't come in, we're locked out... Yes, we've tried the keys... Look, just get Lori to open the door for us... Ok, thank you"

Footsteps. Then, the door crept open. After Mr. and Mrs. Loud stepped in, she hesitantly stepped inside, dragging her suitcase with her. This was it, the moment of truth.


It always bothered me that in all of these Lincoln is adopted stories, Lincoln never knows that he is adopted until he is 11. Most people from what I've heard know that they're adopted by the time they are 7 or 8.

Also, this story begins at the end of the previous school year, so Lincoln and Linka are 10 years old going into 5th grade at the end of the summer.