(Fuckin'- I don't know, dude.)
Lynn came walking out of the stadium, a bummed look on her face. She carried her baseball bat, with her glove lazily hanging from the sides.
"Hey, sis!" she heard Lincoln's voice. She saw her younger brother walking towards her, a sympathetic expression on his face. "I'm really sorry you lost." Lynn gasped as she ducked behind a dumpster. "Hey!"
The athlete stuck her head from behind the dumpster. "Stay back!" she warned him while wielding a banana peel. "You're bad luck!"
She threw the banana peel at Lincoln, who blocked it with the foam finger.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"My team has been dominating ALL season!" she explained. "Then the one time you show up, we lose!"
Lincoln raised an eyebrow as he remained silent for a moment. "Lynn." he said calmly. "You're all about superstitions, right?"
"Yeah." Lynn answered.
"How old are you?"
"13."
"Isn't 13 an unlucky number?" Lincoln asked.
Lynn was about to speak before the realization hit her like a truck. She was speechless, standing there with a blank look on her face.
"Oh shit." she muttered to herself.
Lincoln stood over Lynn's grave, which read:
Here lies Lynn Loud Jr.
She believed in superstitions and thought that committing suicide would satisfy the gods
"What an idiot." Lincoln said with a stoic expression.
"Hello!" greeted a person.
"Hello stranger!" Lincoln greeted back.
"My name is John Booth!" John reached out his hand.
"Hello John Booth! My name is Lincoln! How are you- Waaaaaaait a second." Lincoln suspiciously said.
Next to Lynn's gravestone was Lincoln's own gravestone, which read:
Here lies Lincoln Loud
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