My name is Lincoln Loud. nothing really spectacular about my name. I wasn't named after the president. I don't have any representation of value on a dollar bill or a penny. You won't find me in any monument. Once again, nothing spectacular. You won't find me in any magazines or newspaper. I have not done anything to get well-known in the news. You can say I am quite a regular guy. I am a teenager, nothing more atypical about that.

I live in Royal Woods, Michigan. Just a speck in the middle of the Motor City. You won't find entertainers here. I don't remember Insane Clown Posse, Eminem, or Kid Rock mentioning our quaint and quiet town. You won't find anything significant on my street of Franklin Avenue. Just a small terrace with similar designs of two-storey homes, single lane driveway, and every other house leaving evidence of children living there.

I try my best not to talk bad about myself or where I am from. In fact, it is quite the opposite. Aside from my white hair, I don't stick out as much. I am just typical. I read comic books, I play video games, I love listening to SMOOCH, I enjoy spending time with my family and my best friends, Clyde and Ronnie Anne. I love grilled cheese sandwich with grape jelly on top and peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwiches.

Once again, there isn't spectacular about me at all. However, what if I tell you that on what you may find insignificant might be something cherishable to others? What if I tell you that what might be one's trash, might be one's treasure. Take this lightly, I am really, really being delicate on what I am saying. Even if I explain this caliber to you, you would think I was either nuts, lying, or a fool. Whichever decision you fancy, it can be all of the above.

What I am about to explain to you is quite intricate, a hint of complicity, if you will. And I say this once again, what you may find insignificant might be something another person cherish.

Here is my story.

As always, I would like to state that what I am explaining to you is true. Before you judge, listen to what I am going to say. When I am finished, you have the right to judge of what feelings of your choosing. Yet again, you may have developed perspective of the matter. Let's see on which you choose.

It started like any other autumn evening in small town America. I was at school. School was concluded for the evening. However, I had to stay because my class was preparing with other classes for our upcoming festival. It was the urging of my teacher and surprisingly, Ms. DiMartino, wanted us to have a school festival. My teacher recently returned from Japan from observing other teachers in the Japanese classroom. She humbly and excitedly explained to our principal that we should follow in their example to have one.

With the chagrin of my fellow classmates, we had to spend our evening coming up with a theme for our upcoming festival. The festival wasn't until the end of November, leaving us only a few weeks to prepare. She convinced our parents that this festival was a step in building community and building friendships. The look on my parents' face read, extended day care. They signed the permission slip without a second thought. Now, I have to spend my extra two hours in class working on something I didn't want to do. Working with students that had the same expression as me.

We have spent so much time murmuring until our teacher pointed our attention to the whiteboard.

Cosplay cafe, scary haunted house, fortune telling, and running a gift shop was her current selection for a theme. I didn't remember seeing some of them in any manga, but we were all wanting to go home. She gave us the look of "we are not going anywhere until you pick a theme for our festival."

You wouldn't believe it. We gathered together to create a plan. Something that didn't require work. By work, we meant putting up displays and creating all these makeshift bullshit for a festival of two, maybe three hours?

Cosplay cafe was our decision for the theme. Class was dismissed.

With school ending for the day, I made my track back home alone. Clyde's parents picked him up earlier. He concocted an excuse of going to a doctor's appointment. Ronnie Anne no longer attended our school. She moved to Chicago. Either way, both were lucky.

The chill was picking up, making me become heavy. It leaves me with an eerie feeling because it was nearly dark. Although street lights guided me, I never really traveled at night alone. I walked with pace so I can hurriedly scurry home. It sucked that my parents were at work. Lori was unable to get me because of her job. I wouldn't trust Leni to hold a piece of bread. Luna is out of town with her girlfriend. So, with a lack of options, I pray for my safe return.

I didn't like going to the park at night, but it was the quickest way to get to my house. My God, did the park get darker as night claimed its former self? It wasn't long until the shadows of the trees blend into darkness and its silhouettes got less and less pronounced. The trees began to sway, making a swift sound that was scary. The breeze became more keen, leaving me goosebumps.

As much I enjoyed the sleepiness of the park, I had to leave. But, I had a problem. I had to go to the restroom. I thought why I didn't go before I left. Then yet again, when spending an additional two hours, you leave like a bat out of hell, pardon my French. I scanned the area, looking for a restroom, anywhere to go.

After checking for a few minutes, I was able to find a restroom. The foundation itself stood the test of time. The smell of old urine and pine gave it its fragrance. At that moment, I had no room to judge. I was about to burst. I swallowed my pride and made my way to the restroom.

As I enter, there was a faint light, but enough to recognize where I needed to go. I was straining as I tried to find the nearest stall to release my fluids. As I was about to unzip my pants, something hit me in the corner of my eye. I swallow a lump in my throat.

Someone was in that bathroom.

I was about to leave until that person made a sound, stopping me in my tracks.

"Wait!"

That sound, I told myself. It sounded very feminine. One side of me told me to go, the other half told me to investigate. With me having to go number one, my inquisitive side took the best of me. I turned and walked forward to the source. As I look closer, I saw a girl.

She was beautiful, but the first thing I saw was that she was completely naked.

Once again, I wanted to leave. As I make a step, she said something.

"Please, please, don't leave," she said pleadingly.

I still kept my back turned, didn't want to see her.

"You are the first boy to come here," she said. "I am happy about that."

Why would a person be happy about someone coming to the bathroom? Was she a predator? Was it in a prank? I tried my hardest to give her the benefit of the doubt. However, even that was hanging by a thread.

"What is your name, boy," she asked.

I blurted. "Lincoln."

Way to go, dude. Clever work on giving her your name. I digressed, didn't want to have a battle with my head.

"That is a nice name, by the way," she responded.

"Thanks," I replied.

"My name is Aki, like in Autumn, but you can call me Luna."

She has the same name as my sister.

"Ok, Luna," I said as I was stammering my voice. "So, Luna, what makes you come in here?"

She stalled. She took a breath. Even as I am hiding myself from her nakedness, I can feel the tension. She sighed.

"I am following orders from my master."