Lincoln Loud was a typical eleven-year-old boy. He loved comic books, video games, and his best friend Clyde. His time was spent with himself and his family. He rarely wondered about his future. Although he didn't live a completely care free life, Lincoln never had any worries. If he were to die, he believed he would one day be reunited with his friends and family in a glorious place where no one ever got hurt. But for now, while he was still thriving, the white-haired boy could care less about what happened to him in the end. Sometimes he half expected an apocalypse to kill him. Lisa had also concluded the possibility of sun exploding, thus destroying the rest of the Milky Way.

Lincoln Loud awoke one morning to the sound of pots and pans clanging. The smell of crispy, browned, mouthwatering pieces of heated bread entered his nostrils. "Toast!" He hopped out of bed, tripping over some loose strings of fabric from his blankets. Swinging open his door, he was met with an even stronger scent. "Eggs?" He rushed downstairs, narrowly missing a run in with one of the twins' fight clouds. Dashing into the kitchen, he skidded to a halt. Someone had prepared him a plate of perfect eggs and toast. His eyes lit up, and he sat down to eat, noticing that a few of his sisters were not at the table.

"You girls are the best!" Lincoln exclaimed, mouth full of the tasty meal. "If it wasn't for you, I'd have to cook my own breakfast. I had a pretty tough time getting to sleep last night, so thanks for saving me the trouble." He smiled at the few sisters eating along side him.

Luna smiled, and picked a few crumbs from her teeth with her fingernail. "No problem, little bruh. But if it wasn't for our parents buying the grub, we wouldn't have it. Thank them." Taking a bite of her egg, she paused her chewing and opened her mouth to speak. "Then again, I think the ol' farmers deserve the most praise. They work pretty dang hard to grow the food, dude."

Luan nodded her head. "True. They have to do some serious work. That's how they earn their green thumbs!" She smiled, about to crack a joke. "I guess you could say I'm 'green with envy'." She shrugged as a series of groans followed. Picking at a piece of buttered toast on her plate, she added, "And I guess I better get 'bready' for school. If I'm late, I'll have a 'crumby' day. I need to ace my 'toast'. Even though I 'loaf' rushing, it must be 'bun'. I 'crust' that you'll get 'bready' as well. 'Sesame seed' you later!" And with that, she put her plate in the sink and headed for the stairs.

Lincoln finished up his breakfast shortly afterward. "Gosh, I'm stuffed! That was great. Ugh. I hope I can catch the bathroom line while it's still reasonable." He got up, crumby plate in hands. After setting it atop the mountain of messy dishes, Lincoln zoomed up the stairs anxiously. Miraculously, he was first in line. Opening the bathroom door, he ran inside. After closing it behind him, he lifted the toilet lid and relieved himself. The boy emitted a deep sigh, flushed the toilet, and proceeded to pull his pants up. Following a quick rinse of his hands, he left the bathroom and headed to his bedroom.

Lincoln opened one of his drawers. He stripped down to his undies, and decided to switch them out with a fresh pair. He took a whiff of the detergent scent that had saturated the fabric. After another quick strip, the tween casually pulled on the clean underwear. Then he pulled an orange polo off of a rack. Finally, he dug around his drawers again until he found a pair of jeans with minimal holes. "Now I just gotta find that library pass. Where did I put it?"

The white-haired boy cursed under his breath. Where could the library pass be? He looked under his pillow. He searched the floor. He checked under his bed, bumping his head in the process. While reaching under the bed frame, he felt a hard object. It felt almost like a book between his fingers. Lucy's poetry? No. It's pages were more numerous than a poetry book, and felt softer. Perhaps it was an old book he used to read? Lincoln slowly pulled the book out from under the bed. It was thick and black. The pages were in the thousands. The hardback was small enough to hold. In big, gold letters it read: "Holy Bible: New International Version."

The eleven-year-old scratched his head curiously. "What's a 'Bible'?" he wondered aloud. He would have begun to read it if it wasn't for the yelling of his mother telling him that the bus would be there soon. Tucking the book under his arm, he hurriedly made his way downstairs. Rita handed him his backpack and he rushed outside and to the bus. Once inside the yellow vehicle, he hid the newfound book in the depths of his backpack. His best friend Clyde was sitting in the last row, a spot beside him saved.

"Hey, Lincoln!" the dark-skinned boy greeted. He removed his belongings from the seat to the left of him to make room for his friend. "Any particular reason you almost got left behind? Ms. Burns was only gonna give you another ten seconds or so."

"Why was I late? Hm?" Lincoln thought as he sat down. The discovery of the "Holy Bible" was intriguing to him, and it clouded his thoughts. "Well, I didn't sleep well. I also ate a big breakfast, I suppose. You can thank my sisters... erm, parents for that. No, wait! Thank the farmers instead." Lincoln chuckled when Clyde gave a confused stare. "Also, I was missing my library pass..." Sudden realization struck him. "Crud! I never got to find my library pass. Can I borrow yours, Buddy?"

The black-haired boy nodded. "Sure thing, Lincoln. That's what friends are for. I'm sure my dads won't mind having a few extra dollars charged on my card." Gently, he put his arm around his tired friend.

"Thanks. Also, another reason I was late was because... um. Well, don't tell anyone, because I'm not sure what it is yet. I can trust you, right?"

"Always. Clincoln McCloud, remember?"

"Forever. So..." Lincoln reaches into his backpack to pull out the book he had found under his bed. "Look at this book. It's called 'Holy Bible'. Do you know what it is?" He tried to study Clyde's face. The dark-skinned boy looked almost petrified. "Clyde, Buddy, what's wrong?"

"Lincoln, you have to get rid of it!" he cried in a whisper, voice shaky. "My dad's said it corrupts your mind. That Bible thing says we all deserve to go to h-e-l-l. Don't read it! I don't want you to live your life in fear." Clyde was so shaken, he was considering calling Dr. Lopez. Lincoln grabbed his hand.

"Clyde, what are you talking about? I just found this dusty, old book under my bed. You really think I'm gonna go to some fiery place just because I decide to read it? What is this thing, one of Lucy's spell books?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Get a hold of yourself. We've read plenty of books with no problem. Lucy, Lisa, they never have any problems with books. Neither do my other sisters."

"I suppose you're right, Linc. Just.. be careful! You're really smart, and I don't want your mind to turn to mush."

"It won't," Lincoln concluded. Suddenly, he felt the bus pull to a stop. "And I guess we're here. After lunch, the bus driver is taking us to the library, right?" He picked up his backpack and began to make his way out of the vehicle.

"Yep. After lunch. And be careful about reading that Bible thing during school. You know they confiscate anything distracting. I still haven't gotten that pack of gum back yet." Clyde hopped out of the bus with his friend and headed towards the school entrance. "Math test today?"

Lincoln opened the front door, children rushing in from all sides. "Guess so. Sooner I get that out of the way, the sooner I can start my Ace Savvy marathon!" He headed towards the hallway. "Then again, I do wanna check out that Bible this weekend. Eh, maybe I'll read it during recess."