This story is inspired from a true story in my life. Hope you know.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Loud House.
After class, as Mrs. Johnson leads her class out of the classroom, Lincoln stays behind to the front of her desk. The homeroom teacher notices him.
"Oh Lincoln, what can I do for you?" she asks.
"Can I get an answer now?" Lincoln addresses to the table.
"You mean the charity thing you told me about?"
Lincoln nods his head as an answer.
"Aww I was just thinking about it. But I don't know if I can give enough to you."
"Please Mrs. Johnson! I am nearly halfway to my quota."
"How much have you raised?"
Hesitantly, Lincoln answers, "Well…more like…$100."
"And how much do you need again?"
"$1500"
Hearing that news makes Agnes Johnson feel heavyhearted yet concerned to give to Lincoln. Nevertheless, with a deep breath from her lungs, she is willing to give. "Well, why would I say 'no' to my favorite student?" With that, she gives Lincoln $150. Lincoln could never feel so thrilled to receive such a discernable amount of money. "Supposed to save that for a cocktail dress for my anniversary. Don't ask. Long story. But I think you deserve this."
"Thanks Mrs. Johnson!" Lincoln thanks her with a hug.
"Good luck, my boy," she wishes to him.
After that, Lincoln savors the stench of money on his hands before he inserts it to a brown envelope from a suitcase containing his documents. It has been rare that he feels such victory in his case. But just as that claim got off as confusing, Lincoln explains to the already confused readers:
"You must be wondering why I am begging from my teacher to help me raise money, and sort of thing I am raising funds for. Well, it always goes back to the Loud house. As you know…"
Flashback
One night, Mr. Loud goes back home, exhausted from work. And what greet him home are the usual rowdy antics from the Loud siblings. Lynn, Lola and Lana are shooting water guns at each other. Lori and Leni are chatting while using their phones. Luan and Lucy are playing extreme battleships, which involves throwing stuff at each other. Luna is strumming her electric guitar loudly, of course. Lily is walking around with her smelly diaper, to which Lori supposed to handle. Lisa is conducting her combustible experiments in the living room. And Lincoln is reading his comic books on the couch.
…here at the Loud house. We always bring the fun all around in the house. But dad is kind of concerned.
This naturally makes Lynn Sr. aggravated. "Kids, what is all the ruckus?!" he asks.
"Nothing, we're fine, dad," Lana answers, "We're just having fun."
"Shouldn't you be doing homework?"
"We don't have one. So, might as well take the time," Lola implies before proceeding back to squirting water to Lana.
Annoyed, Lynn Sr. calls for a meeting to the older siblings, up to Lincoln. "Kids, it's hard to get home when I see you guys horsing around. It's not I'm not allowing fun. I just need order whenever I get home. Can I entrust that to you guys? Because someday, you'll learn what it is like to have a peaceful home. Okay?"
With that, Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn Jr. and Lincoln agree to take action.
Dad really trusted on us to take responsibility for our actions. But he expected way too much from us. I wouldn't blame him though because the rest of the week continued.
Even though the Loud family patriarch warned his children, they still continue to do their antics whenever he arrives home at night. Every night, the recurrence continues, and neither Lori, nor Leni, nor Luna, nor Luan, nor Lynn and nor Lincoln take action on the ruckus.
Thus, in one night, he decides to take action when he reaches to a breaking point when he sees upon opening the door that Lincoln is fending off a clingy Lily while in his undies.
So dad waited no time to talk us of our actions.
"Older ones, house meeting now!" Lynn Sr. calls off the six to the dining room.
As the older siblings gather at the meeting place, he addresses the elephant in the room. "Alright kids, it has come to this point where I have to call you out of your irresponsible actions…"
"But dad, we're trying our best," Lynn defends.
"Oh, so scaring your little sisters is being responsible?" Lynn Sr. brings up.
"At least it worked. Though Lana tinkled from being scared," she implies nervously.
"Look dad, we literally get it," Lori speaks up, "But we're learning from it. And it's really hard. I mean, we just want to have fun."
"How is it hard to avoid the ruckus whenever you're having fun?" As he said that, Lynn Sr. sits down to cool himself down to avoid being hotheaded about the situation. When he does so, he pulls out six brochures before he lays out his plans for his children.
I knew from dad's eyes that he is utterly upset. I too. You might say he's being unfair since I did most of the work putting my sisters in order. But I made mistakes too. With that, dad had us do something…big.
"Now, your mom and I talked about this. We want you kids to be productive and useful." The kids are clueless as to what their father is trying to insinuate. "So I suggest that we do something big, like this." Lynn Sr. then shows the brochures and hands them to his children.
"Missions trip?" Lori reads.
"Yes. A missions trip," Lynn Sr. declares, "Imagine a 15-day trip to the exotic grasslands of a country called Namibia. Teaching kids, feeding kids and of course, there's the bonus African savannah tour."
"Uhmmm…why would we wanna go to Africa?" Lynn Jr. asks.
"Because, Jr., I feel that we as a family can do something great than just lounging around the house."
"I do better than lounging, dad," Luna emphasizes, "I lounge with my guitar on my hand."
"Pipe it down, Luna," her father insists, to which Luna reluctantly complies. "And since you guys have failed to be responsible role models to your sisters…" Lori tries to explain, but Lynn Sr. stops her. "…and I don't buy any excuse you can have from that, the point is to start being responsible for something big."
"But dad, why does it said we have to raise $1500 bucks?" Lincoln raises his concern.
"Oh. That's part of the course. This mission is not free, and you have to raise that amount to join."
Hearing that information makes the six of them groan in dismay.
"Literally dad?! Is this how you sentence us?" Lori complains.
"Yes. It's either that or you'll take care of Lily for the whole year." With that, Lori grumbles. Lynn Sr. tries to explain, "Look kids, the point is all you have potential. And I don't want you to be irresponsible with that potential. Luna, you're a gifted musician. You can use that to encourage people…"
"Well, sorta note, dad," Luna replies.
"Leni, you have passion for fashion. You can teach others of your craft…"
"Oooh, does my craft include a spacecraft or a Lovecraft?" Leni happily asks.
"Ahhhh…yes. Okay. Luan, you are a good comedienne and entertainer. Why not use it for children?"
"Well, I guess I could kid around. Hehehe. Get it?" Luan jokes, making the others groan.
"Junior, you practice any kinds of ball sports…"
"Yeah all. Except maybe polo. Too sophisticated for my taste," Lynn replies.
"Good. Lori, you know how to apply authority…"
"I literally do, dad," Lori says.
"Great, you can give advices to older children like you." And finally, the Loud father addresses to his son, "And Lincoln, you have done great stuff. You might make a difference." Lincoln smiles at this prospect. "Kids, you see, you all have great gifts. And I don't want you guys to waste it. I know there are those contests and the gigs you do. But you can do better than that. So, this is our choice."
Dad's choice is really odd. A charity missions trip sounds off for us. But I am in for it. I mean it has everything: a city tour, a safari trip, a historical trek, an immersion with the villagers and a stay at the beach. This sounds awesome!
End of Flashback
While he explains to the readers, Lincoln arrives at his home. "So, each of us had to raise $1500 to be able to join the trip. But I keep my head high. With just $250 still, this is going to be a piece of cake." When he enters the house, he sees Lori documenting the money they raised, since she is assigned as the financial officer of their team.
"Oh Lincoln, there you are. How much have you raised?" Lori asks.
Lincoln then hand her the money he raised. "There we go. $250 so far. How about you?"
"Oh, we literally surpassed the half," Lori confirms.
"You what?!" a surprised Lincoln asks.
"Yes, we reached out to a lot. It was pain since it takes patience but it's worth it. How about you?"
"I'm doing good," Lincoln verifies hesitantly. "It does sound good."
"Oh good. Maybe, you'll be able to reach the deadline in time."
"When is the deadline?"
"Oh, for the next 31 days."
Hearing that news shocks Lincoln to the core. He expresses this to the readers. "Oh no, I'm doomed. What should I do?"