If there was one thing Lincoln wanted to do, it was completely forget about the weekend he had just endured.

It had started out great, for about twenty minutes. Then he learned there may be the possibility of a sister fight protocol and that ruined his entire mood that he had worked so hard in earning.

Now though, as he walked down the path towards his school, he tried to bleed off the remaining stress as he took in gulps of fresh morning air.

Now this was were Lincoln's plan becomes... Repetitive. It wasn't a flaw or anything but this part didn't need refining for his plan to work. He just needed to live each day out as he normally would whilst completely overworking himself or being very busy each day. This meant he wouldn't have to deal with the girls unless he wanted to... Unlike last night.

That didn't mean doing tons of school work, as he could always hang out with his friends or be on his own around royal woods. He just had to be busy doing his own thing.

Apparently his so called parents had been lenient with him when they let him do as he wished for the past week. As of last night he was told that he had to eat at the table with everyone else and couldn't expect everyone else to bring his meals to him.

He never expected or asked, they brought him his meals on their own, they assumed he didn't want to join them. They were right but he'd never admit that to them.

Dinner last night had been extremely tense, not just because he was there but also because everyone was trying to keep Lana and Lynn separated. Both of whom tried to stay as far away from him as well. He caught the occasional glance at him from the odd person or two but didn't make a comment on it, he had seen Rita giving him odd looks, as if she were sizing him up for something.

The girls themselves tried to fill in the silence by talking about their plans for the week, aside from school. Any time one of them mentioned practise sessions or clubs Lincoln clamped up extra hard, doing his best to not blurt out he wasn't going. His silence would be their answer.

Just as it would be right now. The only problem he had this early morning was that he wasn't alone in his school walk. No. Luna had decided to get up just as early as he did to get to her school early too, which was strange because Luna was NOT a morning person. In fact, the purple clad rocker would often stay up late jamming to her music long before going to sleep.

For a moment Lincoln looked back at the resident rockstar, she was walking several steps behind him, her guitar case was strung over her back and inside was her favourite slanted X-shaped purple axe. She wasn't looking at him as they walked, she seemed more interested in the scenery around them.

He didn't care, the less she tried talking to him the better. If this was some play to get him to forgive her or anyone, it wasn't going to work. Not without Luna doing something to make up for everything she has done so far and there was a LOT to make up for.

He turned back to face forwards, soon Luna would have to break off onto a different path to go her own way to the high school. Then he would be free to relax, there was a small park between here and the elementary school. It would a good place to quickly unwind without drawing too much attention to him.

His wishes for a silent walk were sadly denied as he heard Luna pick up the pace in her steps. She fell in line next to him, standing a little over a head taller.

"So," the rocker started, trying to gain his attention. "Got any plans this week?"

Aside from staying as far away from her and her sisters as possible? None yet but he was sure something would come up this week for him, perhaps Clyde would invite him out for a day. Or he could just wander around Royal Woods in search of something to occupy his time before he had to go home.

Luna seemed to pick up on his silence, a frown forming on her face when she realised he didn't want to talk.

"Look dude." She paused, her face scrunched together as she tried to find the right words to say. "I-I get that you're angry, I get that you hate us but please talk to me dude."

There was nothing to talk about until people started taking their heads out of the ground and had a look at the situation for what it really was. Not what they assumed it to be. The bond that he and Luna once shared - that she once cherished - was gone, broken and shattered into a thousand pieces.

When she finally earned his forgiveness, even then nothing would be the same between them, he knew that much for sure.

Up ahead he could see the crossing in which the two of them would part ways for the rest of the day. Hopefully, until much later. He wanted to pick up his pace, to get there faster but he knew he wouldn't outrun Luna. He may have been fast but Luna had longer legs and would easily keep up, especially since he had his backpack on and wasn't really in an energetic state.

So for now he held his resolve and kept walking with his head facing forwards. No matter what she said, he wouldn't respond. He wasn't being harsh or unfair, he was showing her the exact same level of care that she showed him three weeks ago.

He frowned slightly, had it really been three weeks since everything started? It didn't feel like it, in fact, it felt like everything started just days ago. Hell it felt like it happened this morning.

It was so... Surreal. The days felt like they were blending together, all playing out over an extremely short period of time yet... The incident had started three weeks ago, he was kicked out thirteen days ago and has been in the house for eleven. It may have even been longer then that.

He sighed, shaking his head as he did so. Just as he got to the end of the pavement he began to turn towards his school.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, pulling him back as he tried to walk forwards.

On shear reflex - acquired from his many spars with Lynn - Lincoln spun his body backwards, pulling his shoulder out of the grip and using his other hand to slap at the offending appendage. Which happened to be one of Luna's hands.

His rocker sister stared at him in shock, having not expected such a reaction from the white haired - normally placid - boy. Her hand was held close to her chest, in an attempt to cradle the pain away. Pain being used a little extremely as it was nothing more than a minor sting on her hand.

They stared at each other, both finally making eye contact with one another for the first time in days. The seconds passed by slowly as the situation loomed down on each of them. It was Lincoln who found his voice first.

"Don't touch me." His voice came out slow with waves of annoyance lapping within the words. His hands balled , as if sensing that he would need to use them.

He would never strike at his own family, not even Lynn, all the little fights they had were nothing compared to the real fights that the older six could get into. Not even the brawl for the sweet spot could compare, or when they fought over money. However, he was starting to weigh his own morals on the subject. Perhaps someone may be on the receiving end of hits soon if they kept up aggravating him.

"L-Lincoln... I... I'm sorry, r-really I am." Luna slowly fiddled her fingers together, trying to regain her confidence. "I just w-want you to tell me what's wrong and I don't mean with you... I mean between us."

Lincoln stared at her in the same way Lisa would when someone - typically Leni - Would say they didn't understand something simple. What was wrong was obvious, he was peeved about the whole bad luck ordeal... And more. He supposed he should cut them a little slack - just a sliver - even Lisa needed help to remember to add dinitrotoluene to her chemicals to reduce the risk of them exploding.

"Fine." He spat the word out, refusing to show signs of submission. " What's wrong between us? Everything, it's... Everything that has happened to me because of you. Now if you don't mind, I'm off to school. " he spun on his heel and quickly stormed across the road before any cars came down them.

Luna stood and watched as he went, a pang of pain flaring in her heart. This wasn't Lincoln, this wasn't the sweet little boy she once held after he was born, who she feed meals and ice cream to when he was young enough to be in the high chair. This was a very angry pre-teen, who was clearly distraught... And it was her fault.

She turned round the corner, pushing her way to the high school. The purple axe suddenly felt much heavier then it was, dragging her shoulders down to the ground as she walked. The rocker had hoped to be able to get through to Lincoln, to talk to him and get to the source of his current mood.

She hadn't expected that to happen.

She looked up the the sky, her pixie cut hair rustling in what little breeze was available. She couldn't remember the last time she was up this early without pulling an all-nighter, it felt... Rejuvenating. No wonder Lincoln was leaving early. Today was an exception to her normal routine, her friends and band mates Sam and Marcus all wanted to have a quick practice season before school started and decided that using the schools music rooms would be best as many other students also did so.

She prepped up as that thought ran through her mind, normally the three of them would have to jam after school or on the weekends and they were normally restricted in terms of noise when around each other's homes. Even her's as the garage was very close to Mr. Grouse's house and he hated the noise. Although he became slightly more lenient after Christmas.

She walked faster, her worries slowly bleeding away from her as she let them take the back burner of her mind.

After a good twenty minutes of walking she saw her school come into focus at the end of the road. It wouldn't be long now, her feet were now begging to go on rest. As she drew closer she could make out other teens and students milling around outside, choosing to enjoy the air while they still could before being tormented to six hours of torture...

Education, she meant education.

Just as she drew close she could see one of her band mates sitting at the bottom of the steps. They wore a short teal jacket, a white t-shirt, a pair of deep burgundy coloured jeans with tears in the knees the colour being accented by their dark purple ankle boot.

Sam Sharp.

One of Luna's friends and classmates. Even from here Luna could see the teal coloured streak of hair that sat on her head. It surprised her that someone other than herself would do something so... Rebellious. She liked it.

The blonde rocker looked up as she approached, smiling as the two drew closer together.

"Hey Luna."

"Sup dude."

The two gave each other a quick hug before setting off for the front doors.

They walked through the halls quickly, dodging around what few other students were littering the halls.

"Finally we can just sit back and jam." Luna turned to San as she spoke, paying attention to the blonde haired rocker with interest . "No more 'turn off that noise' or 'shut off that devil music' or my personal favourite 'LOUD SHUT OFF THAT RACKET' " With each phrase said Sam imitated a different voice of each band mates annoying neighbours. When she attempted to imitate Mr. Grouse is when Luna lost it and doubled over laughing.

It was close but her voice was a few octaves too high for it to work but it was because of that that Luna found it so funny to begin with.

The two teens were stopped in the hallway, with Luna bending forwards slightly as she laughed and Sam stood by her with a pleasant smile waiting for her friend to regain herself.

Once Luna finally sorted herself out she stood up tall with a small smile gracing her lips, with her spirits lifted she made off for the music rooms. Sam quickly following behind her without missing a beat.

"You alright Luna?"

The question seemed to strike her , and nearly knocked her raising mood out of her.

"What'cha mean dude? I'm fine."

" Luna we've known each other for a few years now, I think I know you well enough to see that your not fine, as you put it. "

Silence quickly engulfed to two of them and for a moment Sam feared she may have just shoved a wedge between their friendship. She did know Luna for a long time and she has heard just about every story of her family that could possibly be said. She still couldn't believe she had nine sisters and a brother, she hadn't meet any of them but that was because they could only practise at the Louds when most, if not all, of them were away from the house.

"It's... I've messed up dude, made a mistake... I don't know how to fix it or where to start in trying to figure it out. "

Sam watched as Luna tensed instinctively, tension radiated from her in waves.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out, but if you need to talk about it I'm up for listening. "

Luna gave a small weak smile to her long time friend, she was glade to have someone like her at her side but she wasn't sure if she could tell her about... That.

"Thanks dude, I'll keep that in mind... It's just that it's... Personal. "

"Well whatever it is I won't judge ok? Friends look out for each other and even though you've got your family we both know that sometimes even they can't be trusted with some things. "

For one single second Luna truly believed what she said but it faded quickly, this wasn't something that you could simply accept let alone go on without interjecting. She just had to hope that Sam never needed to find out or if she did she truly would look out for her.

Cause there was a little more then friendship on the line.

School was boring, very boring.

Tedious, slow, wasteful. That's how Lynn Loud Jr. Would describe it, surrounded by the same faces and same subjects each day.

From beginning to end there was nothing to do aside from bear the pain and pretend to listen. If it came down to it she would book in Lisa for tutoring, especially math.

God she hated math. Why try to find X when you could be outside playing sport?

Lynn couldn't help it, she was a jock at heart, the idea of staying inside and doing nothing didn't sit well with her. She needed to get out and be active, to run, jump and kick a ball over three hundred feet across a field and score a touchdown.

This, sitting here as her teacher droned on and on about math was not fun. As much as she wanted to slam her head into her desk she knew it would only draw attention to her, attention that she didn't want at the moment.

In order to avoid as much suspicion as possible she kept her head forwards and her eyes trained on her teachers hand. So far it has kept her out of trouble for not paying attention, even if she wasn't listening to a single thing being said.

If Lynn's grade dropped to the point that it ran the risk of getting her dropped off any sports teams she would go get Lisa to tutor her until her grades rose back up to standard. She would probably need to offer to be a part of one of her crazy experiments but it would be worth it to stay on her sports teams.

Then again, she wasn't sure if even that would convince Lisa to tutor her. There had been an air of weariness between them lately, Lisa would make sure to never be left in the same room as her alone. If she had to go near her the young scientist would wait until one of the older sisters or their parents to be close by and the two hadn't spoken since the sibling meeting.

Lynn knew why, cause her cameras had caught her threatening Lincoln with her bat. That meant there were two who could use that information against her. One for payback and the other for experiments.

When she thought back to that day she couldn't point out were it went wrong. If Lincoln didn't keep putting off her games she wouldn't have had to resort to such measures, why didn't he want to go? Because he wanted to read comics?

That was completely lame, why read comics when he could go and see her dominate in the field? That was far more exciting than adults in spandex suits fighting each other. Then again, she liked wrestling so perhaps that was a little hypocritical.

It didn't matter. At the end of the day If Lincoln didn't try to weasel his way out of supporting her then she wouldn't of had to use her bat.

Then again, if he hadn't come that day she might have won without his bad luck being at the game and messing everything up but then he would have missed out on her win.

Ugh, it was a lot to think about and she really didn't want to go into a daze right in the middle of class.

Again she found herself drifting through her thoughts, trying to find some way to not die of boredom in the middle of class. The only thought that came to her was of Lincoln and his recent behaviour. She didn't mind that he was isolating himself, it kept all his bad luck contained to a single room, a room she would never go in again if she could help it.

How Lincoln could use his early mornings to go to school early was beyond her, why do that when you could start the day with a jog around the block? or half the neighborhood in her case.

Of course then her parents went and messed with what was a perfect system and made Lincoln sit at the table with them for dinner. Just like they messed up the plan to teach Lincoln a lesson about lying. I'm her eyes, Lincoln wasn't outside for long enough for all his bad luck to bleed out of him.

A thought occurred to her that made her bite her lip, she knew that if the truth got out - and not just about threatening Lincoln - then she would be in a massive amount of trouble. Hell, trouble was too light a word to use in this situation. She would be pulverized by her sisters.

As much as she knew she could easily run away from them the thought that they could or would gang up on her made her shudder. It wasn't a nice image to imagine being on the receiving end of.

However, so long as she kept her mouth shut and kept certain people away from certain topics and conversations no-one would any wiser. That meant both Lisa and Luan had to be kept under her surveillance until everything blew over... or blew up.

That in itself was going to be far more tedious then it would probably be worth, although she would like to keep her head on her shoulders more than not.

Ugh... She was so screwed. She knew Lincoln could only be so quiet for so long, the same went for Lisa and Luan.

She's really was screwing herself over wasn't she? It was bad enough potentially three of her siblings had dirt on her but Luna had been a bit snippy with her lately, it started after her last win at the softball game or was it just after?

Not to mention Lana, the little grease monkey clearly didn't like her right now, although that was somewhat understandable. She did have to use a little... persuasion to get her to co-operate. Odd, Lana practically jumped onto the bad luck train just as fast as Leni, yet after she returned from her alligator wrestling match she was... Different. She tried to get close to Lincoln again, to include him, to let his bad luck spread around. Lynn did not let it happen, it took breaking a few things, convincing her parents that Lana wanted to join them and the persuasion.

Which would have all been caught on camera, she just realised.

Now she couldn't stop herself. With an audible groan she slammed her head into the table in front of her, all the students and the teacher stopping what they were doing to regard the brown haired athlete.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class Lynn? or am I boring you?"

Yep, math sucked.

If there was one thing that bothered Lincoln more then his sisters, it was Chandler. Lincoln hadn't seen hide or hair of the red headed boy the previous week, he didn't care as to why but right now he wished he had stayed wherever he had been.

Currently the obnoxious red head was seated at the next table to his own, his own group of lackeys surrounded him as he spoke about... Something. Probably how he missed the first week back but it didn't matter, he could see them glace at him occasionally, often after Chandler stopped talking.

Lincoln didn't understand what people saw in Chandler that made him popular. Was it the parties? Or was Chandler's obnoxious behaviour considered 'cool' and therefore that made him popular?

That didn't make any sense at all. If popularity was derived from poor behaviour then Lynn, Lola and probably even Lori would be considered the most popular people in royal woods, yet they weren't.

So whatever Chandler had going for him was completely unknown. To Lincoln at least.

He didn't care about it though. All he wanted was to be left alone for the rest of the day, his early encounter with Luna had left him in a foul mood for the rest of the day.

How could someone be so dense? This wasn't rocket science.

He could feel something impact the side of his head, he tilted his head towards the balled up but of paper before disregarding it entirely. His friends looked at him for a moment before ignoring it as well, except for Clyde who paid closer attention to Lincoln's expression.

He could see the edges of Lincoln's eyes crinkle in mild annoyance, a slight tension to his jaw and shifting in his eyes as he looked back and forth around the cafeteria. Clyde knew that Lincoln's weekend had gone bust but his current behaviour didn't fit in with that at all.

Not only that he was acting the same way now as he was last week where he was avoiding his sisters. He knew this was something serious and he considered asking if his friend was ok but quickly backed off. Lincoln didn't look to be in the mood.

And there was only one person who could handle someone in such a mood, pulling out his phone he scrolled through his contacts before he found the one he wanted. Keeping an eye on Lincoln from the corner of his eye he compiled and sent a text.

Hopefully everything would work and Lincoln would forgive them later.

A hand slammed into the table in the table between Clyde and Lincoln, all the occupants of the table turned to look at Chandler.

"Hey Larry, word is you've been a bit moody today, care to explain?"

"He doesn't have to Chandler, do you see us questioning him?"

Everyone turned to Liam, Lincoln's group of friends giving a nod of agreement before turning back to the popular kid.

"Well, no-one asked you farm boy."

"Well no-one wants to talk to you sewage boy. "

Silence reigned over the table as everyone waited for a retaliation. After a moment of since Chandler stood up straight and turned away without a word.

"He'll be back."

" Yep"

"Definetly"

Clyde peaked down to his phone and saw he had received a response. He gave a slight nod before looking back to Lincoln.

"You look ready to swing man. " Clyde nodded as Rusty voiced his thoughts, this was completely unlike Lincoln. There was far too much aggression to be ignored and several of them shifted a bit after a few seconds of silence.

"I'm fine guys, just had a rough morning is all."

For a moment it looked like Lincoln was going to say something else but he quickly clamped his mouth shut.

"I'm going for some fresh air, meet you guys back in class."

None of the boys made a move to stop him, mostly thanks to Clyde secretly gesturing them to stop.

Lincoln shook his head in an attempt to clear away his last encounter with Chandler, the boy had been bugging him all day with looks and whispers. He was in no mood to deal with anyone today not even-

As he passed the stairwell he was grabbed and yanked underneath them. Initially he tried to fight against his unknown assailant but was quickly pushed against a wall and got a look at his attacker... Ronnie Anne.

"Alright Lame-O, start talking."

"There's nothing to talk about Ronnie. "

"That's Bullshit Loud."

Lincoln froze, it was one thing to know swear words - he heard his older sisters say them fairly often - but to Say them was another, the last thing they needed was detention or worse, their parents knowing.

"This isn't you, something is wrong with you. Something to do with your sister's, now either you tell me or I'll beat it out of you snowflake. "

Without nowhere to run Lincoln did the only thing he could, he held his hands on front of him in an attempt to shield himself. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you... But later, meet me at the park after school ok? "

Ronnie stalked forwards, jabbing a finger into Lincoln's chest as she spoke lowly. "Don't bail on me loud, I expect to see you there."

Like that the Hispanic girl quickly walked away, acting as if she had never threatened him.

"THEY DID WHAT!?"

A/N: Lots to say right now.

First of all, thank you for being patient with me. I wanted to get this chapter done much sooner then this but real life is being an ass right now and if I don't get some stuff done everything's going to spiral quickly.

Secondly the Marcus character is Luna's unnamed male friend from the episode 'L is for Love', turns out he doesn't have a name in show and figured that Marcus fit him. For those who are still unaware, I'm referring to the guy who we all thought was Sam when we first watched the episode.

thirdly: one of my long time supporters (who has been here from chapter one) and has been messaging me almost daily asking questions (I don't give out spoilers, so don't worry) has finally earned the courage to write up his own story and post it up.

I have been helping him with ideas and answering questions regarding his ideas and while I take no credit towards their story I would say I have helped them to define what they are doing.

The story is called "Confessions of a grade school goth" by "RawToonage Press" it is a Lucy focused story, (No further spoilers) it's currently new and only the prologue has been uploaded but I would appreciate it if you could show as much support to it as you have mine, I only felt the need to continue my story thanks to all your positivity and I know everyone else would feel the same.

Now I have a vague idea as to some of the plot points and key focuses on the story are (again no spoilers) and can confidently say that the story is only going to get better from here on out.

One last point for anyone who wants a laugh. The anonymous reviewer 'Loud hater' has left a review begging me to not delete any more reviews from him and I have one thing to say to that.

Reviews are only deleted when they are inappropriate and/or terribly rude. All but two of your reviews are as such and both of them are you telling me to not delete your reviews. That is all.