It was a cold January morning on a Friday. It seemed like any other normal day at first, but little did anyone know that the events that occurred this day would change the lives of everyone involved. Lynn had started the day in a sour mood, as she awoke to find her soccer ball popped and immediately suspected Lincoln of being responsible.
"Lincoln, did you give my soccer ball to Charles?" she demanded, storming into his room.
"No, I didn't Lynn! I swear!" he cried.
Lynn grasped Lincoln by his shoulders and started yelling right in his face.
"My soccer ball is popped! Now I won't be able to practice soccer at home and I won't be number one! Tell me the truth now, Lincoln!"
Lincoln sighed defeated. "Alright, I'll tell you the truth. I did give your ball to Charles. I was bored yesterday so I decided to play fetch with him using your soccer ball. I am so sorry and I'll pay for a new soccer ball."
Lynn, predictably, didn't take his confession well. "You better pay for a new soccer ball by tonight or else I'll kick your butt!" snapped Lynn.
Suddenly, all traces of meekness vanished from Lincoln's face. "What will you do, pants me like you did that one time?" he asked. "Jeez, I'm so scared."
"Oh laugh it up, Lincoln! At least I don't wear dorky boxers!"
"No, but you do wear my tighty whities!" retorted Lincoln.
"Funny, because even though I wear briefs, at least I don't sleep with a plush bunny," said Lynn.
"Hey, you do know that you gave me Bun-Bun, right?" asked Lincoln.
Lynn shook her head. "My biggest regret," she said. "I didn't think you'd be clinging onto it for this long. You're twelve. Grow up already!"
Lincoln swatted Lynn's hands off of his shoulders and pushed her away. "You know what? I'm not going to buy you that soccer ball after all. Go buy your own soccer ball, you big baby. Now get out of my room!"
Lynn stood her ground, crossing her arms. "I'm not leaving until you say that you will buy me that soccer ball."
"GET OUT!" yelled Lincoln, jabbing his finger towards the door. When Lynn didn't respond, Lincoln grabbed her by the torso, shoved her out of his room and slammed the door behind her.
"What a big crybaby," muttered Lynn.
"I heard that!" called Lincoln.
"Good."
After the big fight she had with Lincoln, Lynn angrily got ready for the day. She didn't help anyone, speak to anyone, or make contact with anyone - or, at least, she tried not to. Luna soon noticed what was wrong with Lynn and, being the caring big sister that she was, tried to help.
"What's wrong, sis?" she asked, greeting Lynn in the middle of the hallway.
"I'd rather not talk about it, Luna," said Lynn.
Luna gave her an apprehensive look. "Okay, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."
Yeah, alright Luna," Lynn said with a roll of her eyes.
After the conversation with Luna, Lynn got ready for the morning. She hopped in the shower, ate breakfast, and got into Vanzilla with Lincoln all within a span of fifteen minutes. Lynn tried not to make any contact with Lincoln whatsoever, but Lincoln wasn't going to make that easy for her.
So, Lynn, how did you take the loss last night?" he sneered, bringing up a narrow loss her football team suffered the night before. "Like a real sports player, or your way?"
"Can you please stop bugging me?" snapped Lynn. "Like, now?"
Lincoln, unfortunately, did not. "You'll never be the person your father is!"
But that was more than their mother, Rita, was willing to tolerate. "Lincoln and Lynn! Get your act together or I'm pulling over this car!"
"But Lynn started it, mom!" protested Lincoln!
"I don't care who started it," said Rita. "I just want you two to behave like normal people. Can I not get a day with any of you fighting?"
"Sorry mom," muttered Lincoln. But his apology proved to be worthless a moment later, when he got right back to antagonizing Lynn.
"I hid your jockstrap," he whispered to her.
"YOU DID WHAT, LINCOLN?!" bellowed Lynn.
This prompted another intervention from Rita. "Lincoln and Lynn! What did I tell you about getting your act together?"
"But, mom!" cried Lynn. "Lincoln said he hid my jockstrap!"
"No, I didn't! And Lynn was the one who started this whole argument!"
At that point, Rita had reached the end of her patience. "That's it," she said, her tone getting sharp and snippy. "I'm pulling over right now."
"Please don't, mom!" cried Lincoln. "I'm begging you not to!"
"I have practice today and I don't want to be punished!" Lynn chimed in.
Rita sighed. "Alright, fine. But if I hear a word coming from either one of you two, I am pulling over this car immediately and you two will be late for school. Got it?"
"Okay mom," said Lincoln.
"Alright," said Lynn.
As Lynn and Lincoln arrived at Royal Woods Middle School, they looked at each other with a glare of anger and then moved on with their day. Both Lynn and Lincoln were still oblivious to the fact that this day would change their lives permanently.
At around 11:41 AM, a mysterious person entered the cafeteria, where Lynn was having lunch with Margo and Francisco. The person noticed Lynn and her friends sitting in the cafeteria and he walked up to them, armed with his 9mm pistol.
"How did the football game go last night, Lynn?" asked Margo.
"We lost, but only barely," said Lynn.
"What was the score?" asked Francisco.
"Four to five," said Lynn. "It was really close," she added, as if she needed to clarify that.
"That's pretty good anyways, Lynn!" Margo said, chucking her friend on the shoulder. "Your team only lost by one point."
"Yeah, I did pretty good last night but I don't think I did my best," said Lynn.
"It's fine, Lynn," said Francisco. "You'll have other games. Speaking of which, I can't wait for our baseball game tonight!"
"Me neither!" said Lynn, cracking a smile.
The smile was short-lived, however, disappearing as soon as Lynn caught sight of the pistol-wielding person.
"Well, if it isn't Lynn Loud!" the person sneered.
"Wha… what are you do… doing, Brian?" asked Lynn, stumbling over her words. "Why are you hol… holding a gun?"
"To get revenge on everyone who has mistreated me and bullied me over the years!" said Brian. "Including you!"
Lynn, realizing that Brian was about to shoot her, made a desperate plea for her life.
"I am so sorry that I have bullied you before, Brian!" she cried, as tears filled her field of vision. "I have a mother, a father, and ten siblings who I love with all my heart, I have a lot of friends who enjoy my company, and I have a good future ahead of me! I beg you to spare my life and not shoot me! Please, Brian, please!"
Brian considered Lynn's request for a few seconds, before deciding to reject it entirely. Six deafening, ear-piercing cracks rang out in the cafeteria as he shot Lynn repeatedly in the legs, chest and head.
"Sorry is not enough, sister!" he snarled.
After Brian was finished shooting Lynn, he noticed Margo and Francisco running away from the cafeteria, and he shot at them as they ran off. Thankfully, however, none of the bullets hit either of them, and they rushed as fast as they could to the principal's office. Meanwhile, Lynn was spending her final moments laying down under the table, weakly yelling for help and sobbing uncontrollably. Knowing she would not make it alive, Lynn prayed and whispered one last thing to herself as she bleeds to death.
"I'm sorry, Lincoln…"