Royal Woods, Michigan. It was a peaceful town with very low crime rate. Anyone could live here without a care in the world. You could leave your doors unlocked all night and no one would break in and steal your stuff. It was home of many families, with many personalities, and many interesting characters. But there's one family in particular that makes the whole city legendary… well not legendary. Let's just say they make the city… loud.
A sparrow flew over the town going on with it's daily routine. (My cat is playing on the computer while I'm typing.) So far, the town was at peace. Only engines could be heard as well as the single plane that flew over the town. Birds chirping and dogs barking. Just your average day in Royal Woods, Michigan.
Nickelodeon Animation Studios presents…
The sparrow flew on top of a house, inspecting it. It seemed to be looking for something. The sparrow chirped before flying over to another house across the street. It chirped some more as tapped the roof shingles. It chirped once more and flew over to a nearby tree.
A Paramount Pictures production…
The bird flew over a small house and landed on a window sill. The bird looked inside, curiosity in its mind. Inside the house was a very messy, and rundown bedroom. There was no bed and only a ripped up mattress on the floor with a blanket; a person sleeping underneath it. There were several holes in the walls as paint was teared off it.
Clothes littered the floor as a rainbow colored bong was by the mattress. The person underneath the blanket stirred awake by the sounds of yelling from another room.
"I swear Gina! You and you're damn pans!" a man yelled.
"Well what the fuck do you want me to do with them?!" shouted the woman known as Gina.
"Put them away, for Christ sakes! Where the fuck is my beer?!"
"Steve! I think the baby's coming."
With each yell, the person only stirred some more, groaning as they tried to fight away the noise.
"It better be a girl this time. Last time we thought it was a girl we got that transvestite as a son. Fucking disgusting pig. He should take his rings somewhere else." the man known as Steve insulted.
Finally, the person underneath the mattress awoke, letting out a huge groan. The person underneath was revealed to be a young boy, about 15 years old, maybe 15½. However, instead of looking masculine, he looked more feminine.
He had long black hair that went down to his upper back and black dot stud earrings. He groaned some more as a tired look took over his face.
"Another day, another little slice of hell." the kid groaned.
He got up from his mattress revealing more features about him. He had midnight blue nail polish on his fingernails, something a boy wouldn't have. He even had several rings on all his fingers, including his thumbs. Some were just regular stainless steel rings, while some were more fancy. One of them had a huge turquoise pearl on it while another had a miniature silver dollar sign.
He was currently wearing a white tank top, black shorts, and black socks. He got up from his mattress and stretched, yawning in the process. He smacked his lips as he walked out of his messy, rundown room.
The sparrow tilted its head in wonder. It flew off his window sill and onto the next; inside looked to be a rundown bathroom, even more than the kid's bedroom.
Said kid walked in the restroom and lazily walked over to the sink. He grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and began brushing his teeth. After a few minutes, he spat the toothpaste into the sink. He then poured some water onto his face and walked out.
The kid walked into his bedroom again and decided it was time to start getting dressed for school. He quickly took off his clothes and got dressed in new clothes. Soon he was wearing different clothes, more comfortable ones that he would wear to school.
He wore a gray sleeveless hoodie with two red stripes on the shoulders. He wore a white T-shirt with the sleeves literally ripped off underneath. Around his arms were two red cloth armbands and around his wrists were two red cloth wristbands; he also sported brown driving gloves. On his legs were baggy black jeans and wore gray shoes.
The kid placed the hood over his head to hide his long hair. In fact, he hid almost everything that would make him girly: the gloves to hide his nail polish and the hood to hide his long hair and his earrings. He sighed heavily, in a depressed way, as he turned his attention to a small desk. There lied a homemade necklace that consisted of a black jacket lace wrapped around a tire bolt. He grabbed it and placed it around his neck; afterwards he exited his room.
The living room was just as bad as his bedroom. In fact, the whole house was a complete disaster, everything was rundown as mildew was scattered everywhere; roaches roamed the floors.
A middle aged man in his 50's was seen on a reclining chair, a beer in his hand and a scowl. In the kitchen was a pregnant woman washing dishes. The kid walked in the living room, a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, and walked towards the door. This caught the attention of the middle aged man.
"Hey!" the man said. "Matilda, where do you think you're going?"
"To school, dad. And please stop calling me that. Its Matt now." Matt replied.
"Does it look like I fucking care? You're named Matilda because we thought you were a girl. Then we got this. A mistake! A chick-with-a-dick!"
"I told you to not call me that. It's so… degrading." Matt replied, obviously not wanting to fight.
"When you come back from school, pick up a six pack for me." his dad turned his attention back to the TV.
"You know I can't do that. I'll get in trouble."
"Then that's your problem. If you don't come back with beer…" his dad glared at him. "It's another week in the basement for you."
"I've spent most of my life locked in that basement and only being fed fish heads. I only just got out of the punishment. How come you don't do this to my brother?" Matt asked.
"Because we wanted a boy and a girl. We got him, the boy, and we thought we had you as a girl. Turns out we were wrong. Biggest mistake was keeping you because we would get in 'trouble' if we left you." his dad venomously replied. "Now get the fuck out of my sight. I'm working here."
"You better do what your father says you little shit! You bring back some beer! You hear me?!" his mother shouted from the kitchen.
"Yes mom." Matt replied as he sighed once more.
He walked out the door and began walking towards his high school: Royal Woods High.
The bird on the window sill tilted its head in confusion as it flew off into another part of the town. It flew for a good few minutes before perching on top of a tree. The bird sniffed the air and sighed heavenly. It cleared it's throat and was prepared to sing a lovely song in the morning song.
It opened its mouth and…
BAM!
A baseball game out of left field and hit its head, stopping the bird.
The Loudest Journey
The bird groaned as it shook its head, regaining its composure. It got back on the branch to get back to singing.
BAM!
Another baseball hit it's head. It came back up.
BAM!
Once more another baseball hit it. It groaned in pain as it had a dizzy look on its face.
BAM!
This time however, instead of a baseball hitting it, Mr. Coconuts what thrown at it. The bird got back up once more.
BAM!
Another baseball knocked over the bird. Unfortunately, it fell down from the tree and onto the street road. It groaned in pain as it grabbed its head. Unbeknownst to it, the bird fell in front of the front tires of a van. A van belonging to a huge family.
"Lynn!" called out a bossy voice. "Stop hitting baseballs! We're leaving for school! If you aren't in Vanzilla in literally three minutes, you are walking to school!"
"Calm down, Lori! I'm coming! Yeesh." Lynn replied.
A set of feet hopped in the van as the engines roared to life. Realizing the situation, the bird turned around to see the wheels coming its way. It began running only to be caught in the tires.
The bird was now stuck on the front tire of Vanzilla. It began spinning with the wheels as it screamed in horror. However, every time the bird was on the ground, it's screaming stop, only to resume as it spun back into the open.
"Uuuuuuuhh- ugh…aaaaaaaaa…aaaaaAAAA...AAAAAAA...AAAAAAA...AAAAAAA...AAAAAAA!" the bird screamed every time it wasn't crushed by the wheel and the ground.
The Loud siblings all rode Vanzilla to their respective schools, with Lori driving. Going to school was usually this routine, though some did have to walk if they were late.
Lori was the driver of her siblings, being the only one with a driver's license is both a gift and a curse. Because usually she'll have to be listening to nonsense and calming her siblings down while trying not to create a mass murder via car accident.
"Why not the Noisy Home or the Blaring Residence. I'm just saying, how do we know it's called the Loud House?" asked Leni in the passenger seat.
Lori crunches up her face. "Because. Of our. LAST NAMES!" she yelled, her patience worn thin.
Leni sat there in silent, not knowing how to respond to her outburst.
"Well things just got a little rowdy." Leni said.
"Hey Lincoln! Think fast!" Lynn exclaimed.
She threw a football INSIDE the car towards her little brother. Lincoln, whom was reading an Ace Savvy comic with his back turned her, caught the ball without even looking with one hand. He threw it back as it hit Lynn in the face, causing her to fall down onto her seat.
However, her foot accidentally knocked Luna's headphone's off.
"You're gonna have to try better than that, Lynn." Lincoln said in a deadpan voice, getting tired of his sporty sister's antic.
"Dude! You knocked off my headphones!" Luna complained.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't ear you from all the talking. Hahahahahaha! Get it?" asked Luan as she laughed at her own pun.
"Dear forth eldest sibling, mind spitting into this tube for DNA purposes, please?" asked Lisa as she held out her test tube.
"Well Lisa, I think you're filled with bullspit. Hahahaha!"
"Just spit into the tube."
Luan then spat into the tube.
"Ooh! Ooh! Me next! Me next!" Lana yelled in excitement as she raised her hand.
She began to hock a loogie, building up spit inside her mouth. This disgusted Lisa and also terrified her.
"WAIT!" she yelled, seizing Lana. "Spit in this one. You'll cross contaminate Luan's tube."
Lana continued to hock a loogie and spat a big ol' fat one in the tube.
"Ew! Lana! You're disgusting!" Lola said to her twin.
"Well it's better than being a girly, girl princess." Lana insulted.
"Uh, excuse me?! Being a princess isn't all that I am… I'm a pageant queen, and I'm not allowing filth onto my new pink dress." Lola retorted.
"Isn't that the one you wore last week?" Lana asked.
Lola shot her eyes wide open as she examined her dress. After a quick examination she came to the conclusion it was the same one from last week.
"Dang it." she said in defeat.
Lincoln kept reading his Ace Savvy comic, ignoring the chaos. He'd usually do this in his underwear but was constructed by a big, moving piece of metal on its way to prison- I mean school.
Lucy scooted next to her big brother, a piece of paper and a pen in her hand.
"Hey Lincoln." Lucy greeted.
"Yeah, Luce?" asked Lincoln, not getting scared by her sudden appearance.
"You have anything that rhymes with 'forgotten'?" Lucy asked.
"How 'bout 'rotten'?" asked Lincoln, still not taking his eyes off his comic book.
"Thanks, Lincoln. I'm going to be asking more from you at every chance I get. Even if it means interrupting your personal time" Lucy replied as she went back to her own seat.
"Huh? What'd you say, Lynn?" It was obvious he was sucked into the comic book.
"Lori!" Lola cried out. "Lana's trying to stick gum in my hair!"
"Well since you love your tiara so much, I'd thought I'd permanently glue it to your head." Lana jokingly said.
"Knock it off you two!" Lori shouted.
"But she started it!" Lola whined.
"I don't care who started it! I'm ending it!"
Lori pressed the brake as Vanzilla stopped a red light; the commotion was still going strong in the back. Lori still had a very irritated look on her face; steam literally coming out of her nose. At that moment, a red lowrider stopped next to her. Two young men wearing sunglasses looked at Lori.
"Hey, baby. You like this ride?" asked the driver.
"Beat it, losers." Lori replied in an angry tone.
"Damn! It must be her time of the month." the passenger said.
"Ya got that right, Jamal. Ha ha! WOOOOO!" the driver replied as he sped up.
Unfortunately, another car crashed into them as they began to spin out. "WOAH MAN! THIS IS TOTALLY RAD!" passenger yelled out in excitement.
"HAHAHA! THIS IS THE BEST RIDE EVER! NOTHING CAN STOP THIS!" the driver replied.
At that moment, they crashed into a gas station, their car exploding, killing them.
Lori paid no attention to it as debris bounced off the window. Her siblings however looked on in awe; Luna, Luan, and Leni recording the whole thing on their phones. Lincoln suddenly perked up.
"What happened? I missed it!" Lincoln exclaimed.
The streetlight turned green, signaling Lori to go ahead and drive ahead. Their first stop was at the Elementary school, where Lincoln, Lucy, Lana, Lola, and Lisa got off. Lincoln walked out, his head still in the comic book. Unfortunately for him, he walked straight into the school pole.
"Ow." he groaned as he rubbed his head.
Vanzilla drove off to its next destination: Royal Woods Middle School. Vanzilla didn't even stop as Lynn jumped out of the moving vehicle, doing several rolls until she landed on his feet.
"Yes! 15 points for Lynn-sanity!" Lynn called out.
Suddenly, her lunch fell on her head, but her happy expression didn't change.
Vanzilla drove up to the parking lot of the high school, where the four remaining adolescents got out and walked their way into the school.
In front of the car, the sparrow peeled off the tire as it laid on the ground, completely flattened. It suddenly got back up, grabbing it's head in pain. It grew an angry look as it walked over to the back of Vanzilla.
It kicked the car out of anger; unfortunately, smoke came from the tailpipe and complete covered the sparrow. It coughed out smoke as it blinked in defeat.