Yep, wanted to give some background with what the other characters' lives were like a little. So, far I've done like 4 different Lincoln Parings.
Here I go, using side characters again! This time it's Darcy and I also did something a little fun. This character doesn't have a canon name, she's unnamed girl 1 on the Lincoln's Classmates page in the wiki, I've seen people use Brownie, but I wanted to use the character and make her be Darcy's sister for this story. So, I gave her the name Brianna. I hope you like this!
Story 15: Yes Darcy, there is a Santa Claus
Prompt/Premise: Darcy feels lost about Santa Claus, it's up to her sister to help her
Brianna was tasked with the responsibility of taking her younger sister home from school. She walked down the classroom to see if Darcy was ready to go. Darcy walked out of the classroom but didn't seem her usually upbeat self. At first, Brianna didn't think anything of it; Darcy could have had a long day of school. They got home and she still think anything of it. She worked on some homework and felt it was time for a snack.
"Darce, you want a snack?" she asked.
She walked to her sister's room and heard crying. Darcy was sitting in front of her bed and crying.
"What's wrong?" Brianna asked.
"Some bigger kids made fun of me for talking about Santa Claus," Darcy said, sniffling.
"Do you know who they were?" Brianna asked.
"I just know they were fourth graders," Darcy replied.
"Don't let them get to you."
"They said that Mommy and Daddy are the one that leave the presents."
"They leave some of the presents, but you've seen the extra ones from Santa, right?"
"So, there is Santa Claus?"
The older girl should have expected that question. She was eleven years old and her "belief" in Santa was gone. Her little sister was only four years old and she didn't want her to miss out on the fun. She put her hand on her sister's shoulder for comfort.
"Of course, there's a Santa Claus," she replied.
The next day, she was tasked with the same thing of picking up her younger sister. Once again, Darcy looked down cast.
"What's wrong, those kids bothered you again?", she asked.
"No, it's Lisa; she doesn't think Santa is real," Darcy replied.
"Who's Lisa? That girl with glasses and that speaks with the lisp?" she asked.
"No, she uses big words," Darcy replied.
"I thought she was your friend."
"Yeah, she is; I asked if she was excited that Santa was coming, and she said he wasn't real."
Brianna got the idea to take her sister to see Santa Claus, maybe that would cheer her up. It was a Saturday; the mall was packed with holiday shoppers and the line to Santa Claus was long. She was behind a familiar person, her classmate, Lincoln Loud.
"Hey Lincoln, what are you doing in line?" she asked.
"Oh Hey, Brianna, I'm taking my sisters to see Santa," Lincoln said, pointing at Lucy, Lola, and Lana.
"Yeah, that makes sense, I'm here with my sister," she said.
"You have a sister?" he asked.
"Yep, this is Darcy," Brianna replied.
"Hey Darcy, didn't know you were Brianna's sister," Lincoln said.
"You know my sister?"
"Yeah, she's my sister, Lisa's friend."
The line dwindled and finally, it was about to be Darcy's turn. Lucy was on Santa's lap giving her requests.
"Here's an idea, ask Santa something that you haven't ask Mom, Dad, or anyone else. That way, when it happens on Christmas Day, you'll know if he's real or not," Brianna suggested.
"That's a great idea!" Darcy exclaimed.
Darcy went up to Santa Claus and sat on his lap. Brianna watched as her sister talked to the kindly looking man. After a couple minutes, Darcy came back to her sister with a big smile on her face.
"Did you tell him what you wanted?" Brianna asked.
"Yep and now it's your turn," Darcy replied.
"Well, I think we should go now,' Brianna replied.
"I thought you believed in Santa Claus," Darcy said.
"I sent him a letter."
Then Brianna thought of her suggestion to Darcy.
"Alright, I'll be right back; don't go anywhere," she replied.
Brianna felt kind of funny walking up to Santa, she was glad Lincoln wasn't around. Or, anyone from her class for that matter.
"Hello there, you are tall one, aren't you?" Santa asked.
"Ugh well, yeah," She replied.
"So, what you like for Christmas?" he asked.
"Well, you know that girl you saw before me?" she asked.
"Yes."
"That's my sister, and she's having a hard time believing in Santa; so, I told her to tell you something that she hadn't told anyone else. Could you tell me what she said?"
"I take it you don't believe in me then?"
"No offense, I know you are a guy in a costume, I'm eleven years old, about be in sixth grade next year, probably getting my first training bra, and stuff; I think I'm too old to believe in a man who leaves stuff under the tree, using magic."
"Well, I promised Darcy that I couldn't repeat what she asked of me, I'm going to honor my promise, maybe you'll learn something too."
"But, Santa, man, I really don't want my sister to feel bad on Christmas morning!"
"Don't worry, she won't."
Brianna got off Santa's lap, defeated.
"Did you tell him what you wanted?" Darcy asked.
"Yeah," she replied in a downcast voice.
"Hey, isn't that your friend, Lance?" Darcy asked.
She got nervous, did Lance see her sitting on Santa's lap. She really hoped that the boy she liked didn't see her sitting on Santa's lap; there's no way she could live that down.
"Hey Brianna," he said.
"Hi Lance," she replied.
"Oh, how's this cutie?" he asked.
"This is my little sister, Darcy," she said.
"Hello, we just saw Santa," Darcy replied.
"That's good; I hope he brings you everything you want," Lance said.
"Brianna saw him too," Darcy said.
Brianna facepalmed.
"I understand, wanted to make your nervous sister feel better so, you showed her how it goes huh?" he whispered to Brianna.
"Huh? Yeah, that's it," Brianna replied.
The next day, she attempted to see Santa again, by herself. She noticed that this Santa was different than the one from the day before. She figured that the mall rotated Santas. While her sister was out, she looked around the room to see any clues for what Darcy could have asked Santa for.
"This is harder than I thought," she said.
Darcy came home and walked right to her room and saw her sister standing there frozen, like a deer in headlights.
"What are you doing, Brianna?" Darcy asked.
Brianna had to think quickly.
"Uh, I was… looking for… your gift that you got me, yeah!" she replied.
"You really are impatient, aren't you?" the younger sister asked.
"Yeah, sorry about that, I'll now," Brianna replied.
"Wait! Do you want to play with me?" Darcy asked.
It was Christmas Eve; Brianna finished wrapping her gifts for her parents and sister and stuck them under the tree. Her family had a tradition of going out during the evening and caroling. Then, they came home had hot chocolate and watched a movie together. Brianna helped change her sister into pajamas and put her to bed.
"Santa's coming tonight, right?" Darcy asked.
"Yeah, of course he is; you just have to get some sleep," Brianna answered.
Her thoughts drifted into thinking about the next morning and Darcy waking up, not seeing the thing she asked the mall Santa to bring her. She woke up in the middle of the night with those thoughts encircling her mind.
"Maybe, I should have been honest with her," she said.
She went to the family room where the Christmas stood, the lights were still on and blinking. It was a beautiful sight. That was the last thing she remembered, because she woke up on the couch. It was early morning, Christmas Day.
"It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" Darcy yelled.
Brianna rubbed her eyes, yawned, and got up from the couch.
"Brianna, you're up before me!" Darcy shouted.
"I guess I beat you."
"Merry Christmas, Brianna!"
"Merry Christmas, Darce."
Their parents got up, after Darcy had already woke them up. Brianna still had the worrying in her mind about her sister and wondering how her sister would feel when she doesn't find that gift under the tree. Darcy didn't seem to be scouting for it, she went little table where the tray with milk and cookies was, where an empty glass and tray stood. Brianna didn't take it to mean anything; only thinking that her parents may have eaten the cookies.
"Look at this, it's a gift from Lisa," Darcy said.
Brianna didn't want to get her parents concerned so, she opened a gift.
"Thanks, Mom," she said.
Eventually, all the gifts were opened. Brianna and Darcy's mother went to make breakfast, their father relaxed in a chair trying to get a little nap in.
"I'm sorry, your secret gift didn't come," The older sister said.
"You didn't see it?" Darcy asked.
"What?" Brianna asked.
"Yeah I asked Santa to get you something," Darcy replied.
"What was it?" Brianna asked.
"I guess, he didn't show up, you would have loved it," Darcy said, with a frown.
Brianna knelt to her sister's level and put her hands on each shoulder.
"That doesn't mean Santa doesn't exist; please don't be sad, your best sister a girl could have," Brianna said.
"Thanks Brianna, you're my favorite sister too," Darcy replied.
The girls' mother asked them to clean up the wrapping paper and trash before breakfast.
"Hey look, it's an unopened present," Darcy said.
"What, that's impossible?"
There was indeed a present wrapped in gold paper with silver ribbon. Brianna picked it up, looked around the box for a name label, and it read as: For Brianna, from Santa.
"It's for me," Brianna said.
"Open it, open it!" Darcy said.
Brianna tore open the paper and dropped the box in surprise.
"Wow! It's the Stevenson Gold Sneakers," she said, "These have been sold out for months!"
She took them out of the box and put them on.
"They fit!"
"Look, there's a card," Darcy replied.
Brianna looked at the card her sister handed her, and it read "It's hard to believe in what you don't know or see; thankyou for trying to help another keep her faith."
"Is this what you asked that Santa guy to get?" Brianna asked.
"Yep, you really wanted them; I saw Mommy and Daddy feel bad they couldn't find them for you, so I did what you said and asked Santa for something nobody else knew or could get," Darcy explained.
"Thank you so much," Brianna said.
"You're welcome; so, Is there a Santa Claus?" Darcy asked.
"Yes, Darcy there is a Santa Claus," Brianna said.
Maybe there was a Santa Claus in this story, it could have been the man himself, or the spirit of the man in Darcy's own thoughts of kindness.
There will be story posted on Sunday, so stay tuned for that!