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Chapter 2

The prologue

Part 2

Lincoln was sitting in the back of the van, watching the houses and buildings pass by. Children were either playing out on the street or heading to their friends to hang out before curfew, it was a school night after all. He did have plans to spend the day with Clyde, Stella, Rusty, Zack and Liam at Gus's Game and Grub. Luckily he had called Clyde the night before and told him about the situation he was in, and understandably was going to relay the message to the gang as to why he wasn't going to be back in school for a while.

"Ok , before we get to the station, as Sergeant Mattew said, we have to inform you of a few rules of Fort Footundeez Disciplinary Academy and what we expect from the new recruits. Your first and last words would be sir or ma'am, follow any order given to you and one last thing, speak only when spoken to. You will not have contact with the outside world for the duration of your stay, and if you are lucky you will have the chance to see your family again."

"What do you mean?" Lincoln asked, raising a brow making Jane sighed.

"Son," Matthew spoke as they stopped at a red light. "What my partner means is that they will put you through hell at the campsite. I'm not going to lie but there is a high probable chance that you will die there." This made the white hair boy gulp. "Also you are lucky we're not at Fort Footundeez otherwise, I would have slapped your weak scrawny ass to the ground and P.T you until you were coughing up dirt."

"O-O-Ok." Visibly frightened by the vet's words he just has to survive the week, and he'll be home, with his family and friends.

"Anyway, we will be in contact with your elementary school and have them transfer your transcript to the academy. Also do note that if you are passing your classes with a b or higher, your drill sergeants will give you a slightly easier time."

"And if I'm failing?" Lincoln asked, and just then felt the air grow colder and heavier.

"They will make sure to get your grades up, even if it means you are pulling all-nighters." When the light turned green Mattews hit the gas pedal. Lucky he was doing well despite all of his attention being on his sister's tomfoolery actions, he still completed his assignments given to him. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask now, cause once you step out of the bus...things will be different."

After 60 minutes of quiet driving with the sounds of Black Betty by Ram Jam and small talk here and there between the sergeant and his partner, the SUV came to a halt. "Alright Lincoln, we're here, get your stuff and wait on the platform, your bus will be here in 10 minutes." The sergeant said, making the white hair boy nod his head, getting out of the van he retrieved his luggage from the trunk and stepped on the platform.

"We'll leave you with a small piece of advice, , don't try to run, and good luck." Jane said not even bothering to get out of the van, which drove off a minute later, leaving the sole male Loud alone. With a sigh, Lincoln turned around. There were about 40 other kids and teenagers with the majority being around Lincoln's age, with a couple of 13 and 14-year-olds here and there.

Some of them were talking amongst each other while others just sat there, either listening to the music or playing their mobile game on their phone or just minding their own business. With a heavy sigh, the white-haired boy walked over and sat down on a seat that wasn't taken. Sitting there, Lincoln could only sigh. He was here because of Lola. He knew it wasn't his fault and he would have to thank his sisters, Luan, Lucy, Lana, and Lisa for standing up for him when he gets back. Lincoln then noticed several people watching them. Some even standing behind a pillar near the group of the kids.

"Hey."A girl with camel skin, black hair that reached till her lower back, and pearl earrings, She wore navy blue shorts that reach to her thighs, black stockings, with a matching pair of shoes, and a short blue and black sleeve t-shirt with a picture of a skull on it. Her voice was a bit boyish but it had that feminine tone to it. She was around Lincoln's age but an inch shorter than he was. "Is that seat taken?" She asked, pointing to the seat next to him.

Lincoln looked up to see her standing there. "No?" The moment that word escaped his lips, the girl sat down.

"So...What are you here for anyway? The girl asked, wanting to start a conversation.

"I'm here because of my little sister lies." Lincoln answered in a cold tone. "And you?"

"Oh you know, misbehaving, getting into fights, disrespecting family, the usual for punks and trouble kids like me." The girl answered. "The name is Caroline Richmond by the way."

"Lincoln Loud."

"Nice to meet you Lincoln Loud." Caroline said leaning back on the seat. "So a lie huh?"

"Yeah." And that was when he told her the story of how his little sister, Lola broke a chalice that was worth 312.6 million dollars making Caroline's eyes widen at the huge amount. Then he told her about the argument with his father for taking his sisters' sides before calling boot camp.

"That's rough, hey Lincoln, Just wanted to know how many sisters do you have?"

"Ten."

The 10-year-old girl was surprised by that, Lincoln was already used to it when he met new faces. "Holy smokes, Ten girls...no brothers?" Lincoln just shook his head in response. Several people were startled by the outburst.

"Nope, just me, and my ten sisters, five older and five younger."

"Middle child, dang...must be rough."

"You don't know the half of it." Lincoln said with a soft sigh, not noticing a trio of teens with one of them having a well-developed chest for someone her age walking over to the pair. The teenage girl wore a black mid sleeve shirt with a white tank top layer over the shirt, red shorts that reach over to her knees, brown pantyhose along black boots with ridges at the bottom. Her skin was light brown with her hair being a darker shade of brown with one covering her right eye. She also adores a Lavanda eyes shade with black around her eyes. In her lips were a lite camel cig. Another wore a white polo button-down shirt, grey jeans, and brown shoes, His skin was caramel, his hair black with a brown outline. The teen wore glasses and was the shortest of the trio with the girl being the second tallest. Finally was the tallest of the trio, he wore a black mid sleeve shirt, red shorts with a white stripe on the legs, white socks, and black and red shoes. He had short black hair with a couple of browns on the side.

There was an aura of hostility in them. Anyone who was near could see it in their eyes.

"Look what we have here guys." The tall one said, reaching out and grabbing the white haired boy's head. "A wittle wabbit and a small whipmunk."

"Guess your mommy and daddy didn't love you enough and shipped you two here with the others." The girl said, taking a puff of her cigarette, then blowing the smelly toxic fumes into the kid's faces, making them cough, the teen girl then tapped her cig, resulting in the ashes falling on Caroline's head.

"Bet wittle wabbit parents hated him and only shipped him here because he wasn't man enough to keep up with the babies in his house." Said the boy with glasses, laughing along with his two other friends.

"I can probably guess why you three are here." The caramel-skinned girl smirked, then pointed to the boy with glasses. "You probably stay on the computer all day looking at buff dudes wishing that they could do stuff with your weak scrawny ass." She then pointed to the tall teen. "And you just jack off to your dad's and brother's underwear and refuse to even talk to a girl besides this one here because she's very easy, which gets me to you." Caroline then pointed to the smoking girl. "And finally the slut of the group. The only reason you're with those two mourns here is that your stepdad refused to touch that dry barren, spiderweb infected crotch of yours and prefer to sleep with a whore of a mother and a slut of a sister, so not only you but your two secretly homo friends here act out wanting attention but could never find it, am I hitting the ball or should I go on?" The girl asked, making Lincoln and the others who heard the ten-year-old rant burst out laughing, much to the teen's embarrassment. The tall teen grabbed the two, his face red with anger as well as the other two, and lifted them up with ease.

"Oh, you done it now shrimps. We're going to make sure you never get on that bus."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Lincoln said smugly.

"Oh, and why is that smart ass?" The boy in glasses asked, not noticing several adults reaching into their coats and or pants, gripping something tightly, their eyes trained at the three hostel teens.

"Because if you haven't noticed we're being watched. And if I were you, I would put us down." The white-haired boy responded, jerking his head to the right, signaling the others to look behind him which they did. Letting the two go, the three knew what would happen if they went along and 'teach' those two a lesson.

"Let's go." The tall one ordered walking back to the spot they were at, not before the teen girl puffed smoke into their faces, and flick the now finished cigarette into Caroline's face.

"Bitch." The camel skin girl growled, seeing them leave. Once they were gone, said girl turned to the white-haired boy and began to speak. "Ok, how did you know that there were grown-ups watching us?"

"Oh that, well isn't it highly suspicious to leave a group of kids and teens in a bus station alone, with no one to watch us. And those recruiters said not to run." This made Caroline nod her head thinking it was very suspicious. "Not only that but there seem to be several people watching us. Some of them armed and ready to shoot if one of us tries to run."

"Can you spot some of them?" Caroline asked.

With a nod, Lincoln pointed out several people. "The two standing by the pillars, and two more behind us on the other pillar behind us. One on a bench looking at his phone, and the homeless woman covered in newspapers."

"Woah...I never know, well besides the two standing in the pillars." Caroline said impressed by the boy's detective skills.

After several minutes of waiting. A black charter bus arrived and parked in the station. The door opens with four people, two ladies, and two men, wearing military uniforms stepped out of the bus. "Alright, can I have everybody's attention." One of the four people called out getting the attention of the 40 children and teens. " My name is Sergeant Miller Hulu, and these are my...associates and soon to be your drill instructors May Diaz." May was a five-foot-six-inched Mexican woman with light tan skin, light brown eyes, and black hair tied in a ponytail that reached to her lower back. The woman waves at the children. "Davis Weather." Davis who stood next to Miller was a 5 foot 11 inched tall man with light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and dreads that reached towards his ears. What was notable was that his hair was a light shade of brown. "And finally Marther Falls" She stood around the same height as May, only her skin was cream, her hair blond which reached toward her shoulders and her eyes were green. "Now We're each going to give you two sheets of paper one blank and one with a number on it. Write your name on the blank sheet and put it on your suitcase and or bag. The number given to you will be your row and seat. If you have the same number as you do, that's who you'll be sitting with."

"I would also suggest that you take something to read, and or do onboard, This will be a very long trip." Marther spoke. "Now line up and we'll give you the number and paper. Once you get your number and write your name, get on the bus."

Getting online each of the 40 kids got two small sheets of paper, one blank and another with a number. Lincoln got the paper, wrote his name and opened his bag, pulled out several of his comic books, zip it back up, and put it in the storage compartment on the bus, and got on.

His seat was in the back of the bus by the bathroom which was good in case he had to use it. The white hair boy sat next to the window finding the seat comfortable. "Woah, look like we're seat buddies." Caroline said, taking the spot next to Lincoln, then look at the comic he was reading. "Ace Savvy fan huh?"

"Yeah, have been since I was 4."

Caroline nodded. "Cool, guess that where you got your detective skills from" The camel-skinned girl's eyes widened looking at the issue. "Is that issue 70 where the villains are plotting to take out the Full House gang!? That issue isn't even out yet, how did you?"

"You are an Ace Savvy fan as well."

"Yeah, but I do enjoy the design of the Full House Gang, especially Queen of Diamonds design." This made the white hair boy wince.

"Yep...I base The Full House Gang from my sisters, with Queen of Diamonds being the one who sent me here."

"Oh, wait you mean."Caroline gasps at the realization. "Oh my god, you're that winner for the Ace Savvy contest, that's so cool."

"And to answer your question Bill Bucks mails me new issues of Ace Savy and the Full House Gang comics before they release so I brought issues 70-80. I haven't read any of them yet, and I'm halfway through this issue. You can read it after I'm done." Lincoln offered only for Caroline to decline.

"Sorry, unless I'm on my game or looking outside, I get motion sick easily when looking at something for too long." Caroline blushed slightly wanting to read the issues. Lincoln understood all too well and the reason why he will never sit in front of his eldest sister ever again, since she would most likely get motion sick for being on her phone, puke all over her brother, then take a picture and post it all over the internet.

"It's fine, and hey, we're near the bathroom. In case you do get sick."

"Yeah." Once all the children and teens were on, the bus roared to life, back out of the terminal, and began to make its long track to the campsite. Normally the children would be talking amongst each other, thinking about how they escape from the educational system aka school for a week, but there was very little talking. After all, they were being shipped to a military school for a week.

"Say, Caroline, you never told me why you're here." The white hair boy asked, only for the camel tan girl to shiver.

"L-L-Let just say I was a very bad girl and my parents had enough." Caroline said quickly, not wanting to give the real reason why she was being sent there. Seeing this Lincoln decided to drop it.

"Alright then, you can tell me when you're ready." Lincoln said, returning to his comic.

It had been several hours since the bus left the state of Michigan. The bus did take a couple of stops here and there for gas, and for everyone to stretch their legs before continuing on their journey through the states. Again there were only a few conversations between the kids. The trio of teens who sat in the middle of the bus just glared at the pair of kids at the end of the bus. The sun was near it horizon when the bus stopped at what appeared to be in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but trees and dirt roads going one way.

"Alright maggots! Listen up." Yelled Miller, getting everyone's attention. "We're not home with your mommies or daddies, we're not here to babysit you, and we're not your friends. There are a few rules you will follow. You will follow any orders given to you. Your first and last words will be sir or ma'am. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not deviate from the path, and you will be quiet throughout the duration of this journey. Failure to follow our rules, you will become familiar, and intimate with our hand, boot, and the ground. Is that clear?"

"Sir yes Sir." Some said softly and as low as they could.

"SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT A PAIR FUCKWARDS!"

"SIR YES SIR!" Scream the kids and teens in unison.

"Better, now from the back roll to front, Grab whatever shit you brought with you, get off my bus, and stand on the white tape on your left. Now move." With that, the kids grabbed whatever they brought and rushed out of the bus in a hurry, all while Miller, May, Davis, and Marther scream at them to move faster. Outside of the bus were four white colors taped lines on the dirt pathed. Ten kids stood behind one of the lines, then another on the next line, and so on until all 40 of them were standing there. Ten behind each line, with two of the drill instructors taking out the suitcases from the storage compartment of the bus.

"Ok you snot-nosed brats, listen up." Davis began. "We're each going to call your name. You will come forward, pack anything you took out of your suitcase, and step back in line, is that clear."

"Sir Yes Sir!"

"Alright. Anderson Smith."

"Sir." Lincoln's eyes stared at the tall teen that was messing with him and his new friend, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his magazine he had rolled up and stuffed it into his suitcase, and ran back to the line. The instructor just tossed it back into the bus storage compartment.

"Caroline Richmond."

"Sir!" Stepping forward, the camel skin girl walked up, opened her suitcase, pulled out her ds and stuffed it into her suitcase before closing it and ran back to the line.

"Taylor Riverwood."

"Whatever." the arrogant teen said stepping out of line and over to her suitcase. However before she reached it, Davis delivered a hard punch towards her guts making her drop to her knees in pain, while the others who watched wince. The Drill staff then sent his left foot across her cheek, kicking her to the ground, leaving a bruise on her left cheek.

"Remember this you little fucknuggets. This is what happens when you don't follow the rules." He then looked down at the teen. "Taylor Riverwood." He called out again. This time he wanted her to say anything other than sir.

Her eyes glared at the man. Taylor knew she had no chance of taking him on, and even if she did there were three other people there to back him up. "S-S-S-Sir." She said weakly and held her jaw, and not wanting to be punched or kicked again.

"Pack whatever shit you have, and fall back in line." Davis said coldly. Getting up, the teenage girl got out a pack of her cigarettes and lighter put them in the bag, and went back in line.

"Lincoln Loud."

"S-S-Sir." The white hair boy nervously said as he walked over towards his suitcase pack his comics he brought with him, turned and walked back, only to be stopped by Davis's arm gripping the boy's shoulder, making him wince in pain.

"I notice your hair boy...did you dye it, or is it natural?"

Lincoln was about to answer as casually as he could but suddenly remembered what happened to Taylor a moment ago, Not wanting to suffer the same fate, he answered. "Sir it's natural, sir." Davis just stared at the boy for a moment, contemplating the answer.

"Fall back in line maggot." Davis ordered the white-haired boy to run back to the line before grabbing another suitcase. "Pablo Rodrìguez."

"Sir." The glasses-wearing teen called out, ran over to the drill instructor, and put his stuff in his suitcase before falling back in line.

One by one each name was called, and each kid or teen ran to put their stuff in their suitcases before running back in line, when all 40 kids returned the items they had, the bus compartment closed and the bus roared to life and drove off, leaving the kids and the drill instructors alone.

"H-H-Hey!" One kid, a white skin blond hair boy about Lincoln's age said, he was about to question the instructors when he felt a hand slapping him on the back of the head.

"Shut up you pencil-pushing putas and listen up...all of you." May yelled. "For here on out we'll walk to the campsite. Do not and I repeat do not fall behind, otherwise, you will get lost, If that happens, then we will consider you dead, we won't search for you and you will be on your own." May continued. Hope you are ready to stretch those legs of yours because this is a 25-mile march."

The kids and teens' eyes widened at the distance and as they spoke their concerns the four instructors began to walk north, leaving the children and teenagers behind. Soon one step forward and follow them, then another, soon all 40 kids follow. Some including Lincoln and Caroline notice some figures lurking in the shadows, but didn't mind them too much. Tho found it a bit creepy. The sun soon started setting blanking the forest in darkness, making it difficult for the children to see each other including the drill instructors.

Three hours into the march through the dark forest some of the kids started to complain about their legs and feet aching, others took a small break and to rest their legs, only to realize that they will never be seen again if they stop or if they were far behind. This happened to a couple of teens and kids who stopped and took a pee break only to realize that the group was gone when they were done, reducing the count to 31.

Five hours into the march and Caroline was about to collapse due to exhaustion. Thankfully Lincoln was there. "Don't fall behind. You don't want to be left for dead now, don't you?"

"Considering how late it is and how long we have been walking, death wouldn't be bad." Caroline joked making Lincoln chuckle.

"Now you sound like my sister Lucy."

"One of your sisters huh. She's emo...isn't she?"

"Goth actually."

"Nice."Quickly thinking, the white hair kid picked up his camel-skinned friend by placing one arm over her shoulder and continued the walk.

"So how long do you think we've been walking?"

"Don't know...several hours I guess." Despite the pain in her legs she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. "No services and it's midnight."

"Wonder how far this campsite is?"

"Who knows, it seems like we've been walking forever." As Caroline said those words, her eyes looked at the lights that suddenly appeared on top of a tower, then another, and four more. It wasn't long before the now 22 remaining children's eyes widened at the razor-barbed wire gate, Inside said the gate was an enormous neatly grounded field and the three buildings seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The middle building was a concrete forest green painted four-story building with several flags on the top and a pole meant for the US Flag in the middle of the field. The other two were like the main building; only the two were smaller and had three floors.

The drill instructors turn around and gaze at the remaining kids and teens. "Looks like some of them weren't able to keep up. No surprise there." Miller spoke not caring about the missing kids. Tho he would be surprised if all of them had kept up. "Attention!" Scream Miller getting the attention of all 20 children. "Look like we lost half of you, but that's ok, there will end up here, eventually. Now for those of you who made it, welcome to Fort Footundeez Disciplinary Academy, your new home. You will memorize each and every location, down from the latrines, mess hall, classrooms, and barracks. In this academy, your education is determined by level, not grade, for instance." He pointed at a brown skin 9-year-old girl with black hair that reached towards her shoulders. "What grade are you in, kid?"

"Sir I'm in 4th-grade sir." The girl screamed.

"She would be considered a level 4 student. Now in front of you is the main building. That will be your new school for now on. On your left and right are the barracks where you will get paired with someone here in any military camp we dub battle buddy. We here at the academy do not care for gender separation, so some of you will be bunking with a girl."

"Also, We do know some of you." Marther paused and looked around spotting the 6 teenagers. "Are between the ages of 12 and 15, so even if you do get paired with a girl, do not, I repeat do not force yourself onto your battle buddy."

"If you do force yourself on them then and if the accused is telling the truth, two things will happen, one; as an act of punishment there is another facility like this one, however, you will be going there in your birthday suits. No water, no food, just you and the map we provide you. And two; if you do make it there alive, you will be punished even more." Davis warned them.

"You will not leave the grounds unless you have permission from the Headmistress of the Academy; General Diana Emerie. "May begin. "Anyone caught leaving or being outside the grounds without permission, you will be shot." The Hispanic woman said grimly. "And it has indeed happened before."

"Now recruits you will go to the dorm building on your right and someone will assign you to your dorms." Davis said. "You are all dismissed."

"Sir." Said the 22 kids before they turned and walked over to the building. Inside the dorm building was neat with a couple of lounge areas which was empty, a couple of vending machines and a desk with two women in their late 20s sat behind it.

"About time you new recruits showed up, we were about to head to bed." She opened her mouth giving a big yawn. "Alright let's get the rules out of the way. Lights out are at 2100 hours and for those who don't know military time, it means 9 pm. Anyone caught after lights out...unless you have a special reason...just don't get caught. Do not sneak food or drinks from the mass hall or vending machines on campus to your dorm. Trust me."

Then the other woman continued. "Keep your dorms clean and any personal items in a secure footlocker. Your drill instructors will be checking your dorms on a daily basis and will pull you and your roommate from class if they find anything unsecured. School starts at 0700 hours for levels 1 through 8 and 0500 hours for levels 9 through 12. Unless you have special permission from the headmistress of the academy you must always be in uniform, rather if it is for school or p.t, I suggest wearing your p.e gear over the school uniform. It would make things easy. " The other woman gave a yawn. "There is a laundry room downstairs in the basement, and you are responsible to clean your own clothing."

"Just make sure to do it super early, the rooms will be crowded on your single day off...which is Sunday." The other woman said looking around at the 22 children there. "Now get in a line and we'll give you your dorm room key. Next, go to the right to pick up your suitcase and uniforms for the week and head to your assigned dorms. I suggest you don't lose your dorm key." She then pointed to the hallway. "Back there are the hallways to the dorms. The dorm number is on your key."

Lincoln walked into his new home for the next week.

Dorm Room 306.

It was a lot bigger than his room back in Royal woods at least. The dorm room was like any other master bedroom in size. It had two twin beds covered in green cotton sheets, two desks, a closet, and a bathroom with a walk-in shower. Putting his suitcase to the side of his bed, the boy lay down on the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable bed but it was comfortable enough for him to drift off...for a few seconds that was until the door opened. "Woah look like we're roommates." Came the voice of Caroline who was somewhat impressed by the size of the room.

"Guess we are." Lincoln said, turning around on the bed not wanting to get up, or do anything.

"Say um I know it's late so can I read those issues, you know after we come back from school?" Caroline asked, wanting to read those issues.

"Sure but for now let just get ready for bed, we have...five hours left before going to school." Getting up, he begins to undress, forgetting one little fact.

He was sharing a dorm with a girl.

Granted the only girls who ever saw him in his underwear were his sisters, his mom, and Girl Jordan, and her friends that one time when she had a pool party and Lincoln and his friends had a sleepover at Liam's.

Caroline for her part didn't mind. She didn't mind the fact he was shuffling through his suitcase for his pajamas in his white underwear.

It didn't help the fact she was staring at him longer than needed.

Soon she too began to undress much to Lincoln's dismay. And out of habit cover his eyes. Once down, the camel skin girl was wearing her pajamas which were just an over shit that reached her ankles. "I'm done changing you perv." Caroline said in a teasing manner.

"Sorry."

"It's ok Lincoln." Caroline said smiling. She then hopped in bed. "Cya in about 5 hours." And with that, she went to sleep.

After getting settled into their 'dorm' room the two drifted off to sleep. And not a minute later the alarm rang and the drill instructors yelled for everyone to get out of bed and head towards the field throughout the building causing everyone to get up. Some even went in and dumped buckets of ice-cold water on those who didn't get up on time. Others were tied up and dragged out of bed if the ice bucket didn't work. Outside where there was a track, along with a military obstacle course which was made of wood and metal. Some who were there longer than the new batch of kids and teens were already jogging on the track, doing push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and others were going through the mentioned course.

And from there the new batch of recruits begin what would be their daily routine. Push-ups, sit-ups as well as going through the obstacle course.

At five in the morning.

For the school portion of the academy, things weren't any different. Each new recruit took a test to determine what level they were. Lincoln was Level 5 and Caroline was Level 4. After the test, the new recruits got their class schedule and what luck would have they would have lunch together. Classes however were strict. Anyone talked or caught talking out of line there were going to do push-ups until the end of class and with heavy buckets of water on their back. And if one droplet hit the floor then both he/she and their battle buddy were subjugated to what the teachers deem torment or smoked where they both were p.t harshly.

Anyone caught sleeping there would stand there with buckets of water in each arm and remain there until the bell rings for their next classes. That person also had to keep their arm raised throughout the duration of the class. Otherwise, he would be beaten with a ruler or whip(mostly the whip) by either their battle buddy, teacher, or drill instructors. If the battle buddy didn't do it then not only would the person caught sleeping were whipped, but their battle buddy won't be allowed to eat anything for the number of days equal to the lashes their battle buddy received. This could range from a day to weeks.

What was more notable was one student being labeled as the 'class clown', soon Lincoln and the others learned why no one wants to be labeled as such. Class Clowns were treated harshly. No one, teachers, instructors, and other students took them seriously. Often blamed if something happens to the class as a whole, gets the worst foods, and was picked on by their upperclassmen.

And god helps you if the class clown was a girl.

Lincoln thank god that Luan wasn't here.

At lunch, Lincoln was able to talk to Caroline, as well as others who became his friends with the white-haired boy and camel-skinned girl. One was a black girl wearing glasses who resembled his best friend Clyde only she had twin pigtails. Other than the fact she wore the standard school uniform for females when they weren't in gym.

An olive green cotton shirt with a matching knee-length skirt. Her name was Claudia and like Lincoln, she was a total dork. She loved comic books and video games, the only difference was that she had a habit of flirting with cute boys, which she didn't waste any time doing upon seeing Lincoln.

The reason she was here was that her moms caught her having sex with her adopted brother. What was a shocker to the white hair boy was that she was not only the same age and level as Lincoln, but had the same birthday as Clyde. They met during their 2nd period class when the teacher was in a good mood and gave the kids time to know each other.

The next one was a white skin boy, red buzz cut and like Lincoln he was wearing the uniform for boys which was an olive green jacket, matching jeans, and a darker green button-up shirt with a light green tie. The reason he was here was that his parents for some reason saw the boy as a disappointment to the family and hope that this school would change him. His name was Norm Mitchell and he was the same age and level as Caroline. They met during the 3rd period which was gym

And finally was a pair of fraternal twins. Both had blond hair and Heterochromia eyes, green on the right, blue on the left. The boy's name was Aidan and the girl's name was Maisy. Unlike Lincoln's younger twin sisters who were the complete opposite from each other in terms of looks and personality, the twins were about the mirror image from each other. Long hair that reached to their shoulders but was tied in a ponytail, matching faces, and body type. Even with their age and level being the same, both at the age of 12 and level 6, it was hard to tell them apart.

The reason the twins were there because of safety reasons. Both Maisy(older) and Aidan(Younger) belong to the Worthington family, an elite family whose history can be dated back to early America when there were only 13 colonies and was one of the richest families back in the 1930s. The family owns several stocks and shares within several businesses worth over 7.9 billion dollars combined together. After the death of their mother and father, the parents of the twins left them a will stating that everything they own will be theirs fifty-fifty, and if something happens to them, then the fortune to the Worthington name will go to their uncle and aunt. One just wanted to have what his brother wanted, and another was just a gold digger.

Needless to say, the lawyer knew what the uncle was capable of and had the twins sent away so nobody wouldn't come after them.

Much to the relief of the others, the twins weren't some spoil snobs who can get whatever they want just by waving around money. Like the others, they enjoy comics, games, art, and other stuff a kid would enjoy. And since they have been here for a year now the twins were their guide to their new environments. Lincoln met them after bumping into Aidan in the hallways, and Maisy when he and Claudia got lost in the hallways, she showed them to their class which the teacher gave them a warning and that the next time, there will be doing five squats up to the seconds there were late.

As the week passed, the 60 recruits were packing up to return to their homes, hoping to forget about the week prior. After all the early morning and late-night drills, the kids were happy to leave this place, some of them would apologize to their family in hopes to never be sent there again. The only good thing was the food and even that was trapped.

For Lincoln, Caroline, Claudia, and Norm, they knew no such thing would exist. The twins broke the news that they are all prisoners here, and will remain here for the next 10 years of their lives. The reaction had the same result. They were all delusional and that they were kidding, that was until they told them that they thought the same thing and saw several kids, about 15 years old being gunned down for trying to escape. They didn't kill them, just tranquilize them, and then they torture the ones who attempted to escape the next day in front of the entire school.

Currently both Lincoln and Caroline were in their dorm, both panting after their early morning routine of running a mile on the track, 20 sets of push-ups, sit-ups, curls, lunges, jumping jacks, and crunches. After their routine there drill instructors told them that it was Saturday and that the recuites deserved a little R&R, other than the names they called which was a relief for Caroline and Lincoln. After they were dismissed the two went to their dorms to relax and maybe sleep some of the pain away.

"I don't want to leave this bed...ever." Caroline mumbled into her pillow.

"Neither do I, but we should take a shower first, then get on the line for breakfast." Lincoln said not wanting to get up either.

Ding-Ding Ding. "All first-year recruits report to the mandatory assembly hall at 0-800 hours, repeat all first-year recruits report to the mandatory assembly hall at 0-800 hours." Came the voice on the intercom.

"Dang it." Both said in unison. Looking at the clock, it reads 7:30, meaning they have 30 minutes to shower, get breakfast and go to the assembly hall. During the week Caroline and Lincoln had developed a routine for the bathroom. Caroline would go first since hot water was limited, and he would take him a few minutes later.

After the shower which took six minutes, the two got dressed, made their way to the mess hall, and got breakfast, which wasn't that crowded. For Lincoln, he had pancakes, bacon, and eggs. For Caroline, she had waffles and bacon with orange juice.

Once they finished eating, the two walked over to the assembly hall. A massive theater hall that can seat what would only be in use for those who decided to leave the academy without permission or for other forms of punishment. It wasn't long for the new recruits to show.

All 60 of them.

Some were chatting amongst each other, others were just quiet, waiting for this speaker to show so they could go back to their dorms and sleep.

A few minutes later a lady with blond hair in her mid-40s came to the wooden stage. She wore a formal style is a black jacket and trousers with a white shirt and a custodian helmet or peaked cap. On the right of her jacket were stripped, and metals indicating she was a high-ranking official.

On her hips were an officer saber, sheath and ready for use if the time arose. She had an air of authoritative supremacy towards her. Her ice-blue eyes stared at the new recruits.

"Good Morning recruits. I'm Diana Emeris. Headmistress of Fort Footundeez Academy and Major General of the U.S Army." The major general walked around the stage, her cold blue eyes stared at the new recruits sitting outside. "You are here because of several reasons. Your family hates you, You were the scum of the earth and they couldn't take much more of your crappy attitude. Your family is too big and couldn't support you, or you have sexual relations or fantasies with them. In here...it doesn't matter, you are all my responsibility and I will not accept any weakness in the army." As the general walked along with the platform her eyes spotted the white-haired boy sitting in the sea of brown, black, red, and blonde. "From here on out, you are no longer children. You are soldiers, mercenaries, hitmen, and assassins in training. We will teach you the basics from hand-to-hand combat to handling melee weapons and firearms. But we'll also teach you how to use your head in situations both in academics and on the field. By the time you leave here, you will be the most dangerous person either in the state, country, or the world." The general stated. "Now if you have any, and I mean any problems on how I or any of the staff runs this school, feel free to tell us and we'll solve the problem." The General leaned towards one of the staff working under her. "Those two recruits." She pointed at Lincoln." The one with the white hair and the girl next to him...bring them to my office."

Later the mentioned white hair boy and his camel-skinned friend were escorted by two people who just pushed them into the headmistress office. The office was like any other office, a bookshelf on the left filled with novels, documents, and other books. One the right was a cabinet with several bottles of whisky, gin, and rum along with other cocktail mixes. And there was a window behind her that oversees the entire field of the school.

Getting up, he turned and saw the general cold expression, however she wasn't alone. Standing on the side were two people. One was a tall man standing about 6,2. His eyes were a light shade of blue, his hair was black, reaching to his shoulders but was tied in a ponytail. He was wearing a black business suit and a red tie. The other was a much older lady in her late 40s. She wore a light grey business suit. "Private Loud, and Private Richmond. Good to see you're still breathing." The General said with a smirk. "Do you know why I called you here?" Diane asked sweetly.

"No." Both Lincoln and Caroline answered in unison but suddenly felt a sharp pain in their shoulders making them reflexively held the shoulder that was shot. The two looked at the man who was holding a 9mm silver ballet pistol. And on the floor was an orange rubber bullet.

"What was that?" Diane asked, her tone a bit sharper.

"Ma'am No Ma'am"

"Better." Her voice now calmed. "Now, I called you two here to offer you a special deal? A deal you two won't refuse." Getting up the woman walked over towards the window that overlooked the training field. "This school has been around since the end of world war 2. Mostly to replace the soldiers we lost during the war. And for years nobody has deserted this academy." She turned and stared at the two. "Accept for Private First Class Albert surname Loud and Julius Richmond...Do those names ring any bells?"

"Pop-Pop?"

"Grand Dad."

"Yes. When my great grandmother ran the academy in the desert, two boys deserted the academy and managed to escape for a number of years, not until we find their names being enlisted into the military, normally we would send someone and assassinate them by making it look like an accident, but since they did enter the military and not mention the school I figure we should leave them alone. And low and behold they had kids, and their kids had kids, who are sitting right in front of me. Diane paused for a moment and sat down on the table of her desk. "To be honest I never thought that Albert and Julius' grandchildren would be here."

"Ma'am not to rush you or anything but why are we here? We haven't done anything wrong."

"I'm getting to that...now," Diane said with a growl, but quickly calmed down. "As the U.S stated anyone who deserted the military are arrested and may be put to death, and leaving the academy is the same as deserting your post in a military operation. Now considering that you little boy noticed the agents I posted there at the station in Michigan and that both of your granddads serve the army, and save my grandfather's life, here's the deal. You train under me and the two best assassins in the world. Or I can send you back to your family in body bags kids...your choice."

"Think real hard kids." The man finally spoke. His voice is rough and a bit robotic reminding Lincoln of his sister Lisa. "Train with us and even those you consider enemies will fall before you." The man said Not once moving.

"Deal." Caroline said without hesitation. Lincoln on the other hand was thinking real hard on this one. On one hand, he could refuse the offer but then he'll pay for what his grandfather did years ago, or on the other hand, he could get tougher and protect those who would harm him, his friends, and family.

"Well Private Loud? What will it be?" Diane asked growing a bit impatient

Lincoln knew what he had to do in order to protect others, including his battle buddy. "Deal."

As weeks turned to months since the departure of the sole son of the Loud family, things only worsened for the Louds. Lana refused to sleep in the same room with Lola and would find excuses to sleep with one of her older sisters, but more often than not, she would oftentimes be found in Lincoln's room under his blankets. Luan refused to talk to her father. The day her baby brother left, she refused to eat any of her father's cooking, oftentimes saying that she wasn't hungry or that she'll eat it later which was a lie. She would instead cook her own meals or when Lynn Senior was out of the room or wasn't looking, Luan would feed the meal to the pets.

Lisa became more withdrawn but was often found in Lincoln's room, holding his stuffed doll Bun Bun and under his covers with either Luan or Lana.

Lucy became even more depressed as the weeks went on. She would go into Lincoln's room, knock on the door, and ask if he could help her with a poem she was writing, only to remember that he was gone. The little goth also performed rituals more frequently in hopes to contact the spirits and asked if her brother was on the other side.

Luna continued to play her ax, but her songs lacked flare. She was still good but her passion was slowly fizzling out. Lincoln was one of the few family members besides her father who enjoyed listening to her play. The rock star of the family remembers all of the time she would play for her little brother whenever he was cranky, sad, or hurt. And her lullabies would often put him and the younger ones to sleep. Now without her number one fan to cheer her on, there was no point in playing.

Leni continued to make clothes but like Luna, it was missing its flare. The second child of the Loud would often ask the middle child to model for her, which he would agree. Lincoln spent hours standing in front of the mirror, while Leni made the necessary adjustments to whatever dress she was making. Lincoln for his part would often pose in front of the girls, mostly to play around with them. Now that he was gone Leni wonders if he was ok?

Lori for her part just ignored the fact that Lincoln was gone. She still texts her boyfriend and makes up video dates whenever he was off work. On the weekend she went to visit him Ronnie Anne had asked where was Lincoln? She would like to introduce him to her friends. Lori said that he did something very bad and that her father had sent him to boot camp. She then began the tell of Lincoln breaking their father's chalice which was worth a ton of money, something Bobby and Ronnie Anne's grandfather Hector seem to take interest in when she said millions.

After the week he was supposed to come home Lincoln's friends began to ask questions on when he was returning? The lie that the father made was that he decided that he wanted to stay so the parents extended it til next year.

And finally, the parent's arguments which somehow ended with Lincoln's named being popped up every time.

It had gotten to a point where some of the kids eavesdropped on their arguments. "It's been a month Lynn...A month since you send our only son to that damn boot camp!" The matriarch yelled, clearly upset in not having her son back.

"Look Rita, I tried calling them, but each time I just keep hearing that ding dang dial tone. I tried everything Rita, even looking them up on the internet, but nothing!" The patriarch yelled back.

"Then why isn't he back yet, huh? When you signed those papers, did you read them?"

Lynn didn't say anything, just looked down. "No." He said quietly.

"What was that?" Rita asked, moving close to her husband.

"I didn't read the damn papers I signed, ok. I was just angry that he ruined the chance of our family to live in luxury."

The mother of 11 just folded her arms in response. "So money is more important than family huh?"

"I never said that Rita. I just. . .I just wanted to give the kids something only a few have."

"Like what? A bigger house with more than one bathroom? A bigger yard with a pool and hot tub? I don't want all of that, though it would be nice to have." She mumbled the last one under her breath. "When I married you, I wanted to start a family with you, no matter how big it got, now this family is falling apart because of you Lynn."

"Because of me?"

"Yes, haven't you noticed the changes in the girls' behavior?" Rita begins to list out the problems of her daughters. "Lana has stopped sleeping in her room, Luan cooks for herself even when you make dinner. Luna stopped playing her ax or any instrument for that matter."

"Maybe it's a phase?" Lynn answered.

"LYNN, LISA HAS BEEN COOPED UP IN HER OR HER BROTHER'S ROOM AND HASN'T COME OUT UNLESS it's TO USE THE BATHROOM OR EAT!" Screamed an erred Rita, making her husband flinch. "AND TO MAKE it WORSE LUCY IS KNOCKING ON OUR SON'S DOOR BUT THEN REALIZES THAT HE'S GONE!"

"Honey, you're overreacting." Upon his response, the right eye of the matriarch twitch.

"Overreacting? Lynn, are you hearing yourself? As a parent, I worry for my children...all of them, including Lincoln." Lynn just sighed. "All of this is because you believe Lola over your only son."

"We are not going over this again Rita."

"Why not Lynn? Because it's unfair that our son gets single out whenever the girls fight over the smallest of things."

"Like the time you send Lincoln to get groceries but he ends up banning the family from that store." Lynn counter. "And you blame him for it."

"And the girls told me that they were at fault." Rita counterargued. "And all the times when you work at that IT company...and took all the girls to work with you, even Lily, but not Lincoln, your only son."

"It was called bring your daughter to work day." Lynn shouted but Rita just rolled her eyes.

"You couldn't ask your boss to change it to bring your child to work day?"

"Umm.."

"Tell me, when was the last time you spent time with Linc?" Rita asked knowing full well what the answer was.

"Well...um...there was that time we went on Legends of the hidden temple." Rita nodded. "And um...we watch the same shows...Like the Love Boat."

"We all watch The Love Boat Lynn."

"Ok...um."

"You haven't spent any time with him, have you?"

"Well...um what about you Honey, huh?" Lynn smirked knowing she hadn't spent time with Lincoln as well.

"There was the time we rollerbladed on the back of a horse since you couldn't bring your son with you to work, then we went out to play laser tag because the girls were apparently busy. Oh and the time we had a picnic a couple of weeks ago. Just the two of us." Lynn didn't say anything, he knew that Rita was close to his only son, something he regrets doing.

Before neither parents continued their argument, their phone vibrated, notifying them of a message being sent to them. Picking up their phone, the two opened and read the message.

Dear Parents of Lincoln Abraham Loud, this message is the following condition and progress of your child. We here at Fort Footundeez disciplinary Academy pride ourselves on child safety, well-being, and education. It is with great honor to say that Lincoln Abraham Loud has passed his level 5 exams and will be moving to level 6 at the start of the new school year this coming fall. We apologize for your son not contacting you at this time but we here at Fort Footundeez Disciplinary Academy are to maintain zero contact with the recipients of the household, and parents of said child. There is a link to the contract Lynn Loud Senior signed explaining in detail the rules and regulations of the Academy and the results of the education exams your child had taken part in. We will be contacting you over the period of time via text or email showing the progress your child had made.

Do not reply to this message.

Without hesitation Rita touched the Link on her phone wanting to see this contract her husband signed, reading the contract and her eyes widened at what her husband had signed. Lynn on the other hand was smiling at the results of Lincoln's exam.

"Hey Honey Look, Linc came out with 90s in all subjects, isn't that-" He was soon cut off, feeling a hand hitting him across his cheek, the noise echo throughout the house. The force alone was enough to knock him off his feet, and land on the bed the two shared. He placed his hand on his cheek and looked at his wife, her face red with anger and contempt and tears slowly pouring down her face.

"LYNN YOU IDIOT, YOU MORON, YOU GOD DAMN STUPID SON OF A BITCH!" The mother yelled.

"Wah-Wah-Wah-Wah-Wah." Lynn mutters but winces from the pain.

"You just sent our son to death!" Rita screamed, wanting to attack the man, but didn't. "Just...Just...Just read the link." Lynn, not wanting to be hit by his wife again, the father of 11 tapped the link, and read the contract he signed. Reading it, his eyes widened at what was written down.

Terms and Conditions

Your child must be between the ages of 5 and 15 to enroll in the program and must not have any prior mental or physical ailments.

The enrolled recruit level is determined by the grade the child or children are in at school.

You won't be able to contact your child or children until they reach level 12 and have met the graduation requirements for the United States of America High School Diploma or at the end of the ten-year program.

Child or children may be enlisted in the U.S military upon completing the program and will be able to contact the parent and or guardian once they are at a military campsite if allowed. Others may have special and top-secret assignments and will not be able to contact you in fear of disclosing, or discussing assignments and or missions.

Child or Children may die as a result of training, and if death does occur, the parent and or guardian of the deceased child will be notified and compensated, including the death certificate, funeral, and or cremation preparations free of charge.

By signing this contract, you are agreeing to the terms and conditions.

The father's name was written on the dotted line. He couldn't believe what he had done...he just signed out of anger not caring for the results. Despite knowing he was alive and doing well. But what would happen if he indeed died, what if they weren't treating him right like some kind of abused dog. The next words that came out of her mouth would shock not only the husband but the children listening to their argument.

"Lynn...I...I...want a divorce."

Authors Note: This took me a month to make. The reason is that well I don't have a collaborator to help me write out scenes, dialogue for characters, and shared ideas on what happens. And yes I do have an idea involving Leni, Luna, and Lola. I do not have ideas for the rest other than Rita and Lynn Senior. Suggestions can only go so far, so yea.

Written in 4/7/21