Chapter 1: Present. Viva La Vida

Alright guys so this is my first story in a very long time since I've only recently overcome my writer's block. And also my English isn't that good so bear with me.
So I think the Loud House is a really special show. I think the main character Lincoln is really a great guy, not like some of the other jerks other shows put as their main character's.
That said, Lincoln's sisters... Well we'll get into that.

Lola Loud, former pageant extraordinaire and uncontested beauty champion of the entirety of her city Royal woods, stood before the trophy case gazing at her gigantic troves of awards she had won over years and years of dedication to the very art of fashion.
Even with ten siblings, each very charismatic in their own rights with their own set of talents which they also poured their very hearts and souls almost wholly into, her collection of glittering trophies, medal asnd fancy crowns made from actual carat silver and gold still dwarfed their puny stacks of trophies.
Combined together the size of her ten sibling's stack of awards still fell just short of her own personal stash, devoted as they each were to their own so called "hobbies".

But compare any one sibling's trophy stack at a time to Lola's and it was like comparing a homeless starving beggar's cup of one pence coins to a billionaire tycoon's mountain of gold bars he would have if he sold his house, his possessions and on top of that his ten very beautiful children into slavery in addition to laying out the piles of wealth he already possessed in his nigh inexhaustible savings accounts.

One would simply laugh at the other Loud children and their feeble attempts to compare with Pageant Princess Lola Loud's uncontested fame and reputation as she made crowd after crowd of the screaming fans who watched her shows, almost weak on their knees each time she graced their sight with her very presence. She'd lost a few shows very early in her career, but the days of losing for Lola Loud were long since over and now no matter what the other envious competitors against her in their hatred and desire to see her lose once more, they always ended up having to brandish their fists in silent fury when Lola once again took the first place trophy and waved it before their reddened faces for all those who'd lost to her once again to see.

Until recently at least, she thought she'd never have to feel the sting of another defeat again. Never have to choke down thick and sticky tears as her rivals in fashion insulted her for her failings so that she'd spend the remainder of that day crying in her room, her appetite at mealtimes and her willingness to talk to even her twin who she shared the room with all but gone.
Until recently.

How much longer before she could consider adding a second or even third place medal to that shining pile of trophies which as glittering and shiny as they remained even now seemed to become more and more pointless every time she passed it
How long before she could even set foot into another pageant hall without shaking or trembling making a total fool out of herself before the judges and other contestants alike?

She didn't know the answer to any of those questions as she trudged wearily up the stairs to sit alone in her room.
She tried her best not to cast even a glance at the small and worn closet door furthest down the upstairs corridor knowing that every second she spent looking in that direction brought the dam holding back her grief another step closer to collapsing.

Slumping onto her lonely bed still unable to shake away the sadness that had been slowly but surely making its way into every orifice in her now very weak and tired body, Lola did the one thing she knew still could bring her spirits up in this bleak time, if only momentarily.

Reaching into the cupboard where she kept what remained of the possessions she prized even more highly than her pageant trophies, Lola took out a plain black tape.
A nondescript, undecorated square cheaply made music tape, almost no different in appearance from the many other tapes that eleven siblings with completely different tastes and habit in an almost always dysfunctional family might come to accumulate in seventeen long and drawn out years.

The one thing that made this one different and distinguished so that it could at no point ever be confused even if it were to be thrown into a pile with all the tapes in the house put together, was the messily scrawled label that Lola had written onto the otherwise plain and unmarked surface using pink crayon, which read "My favourite song" and beside the writing was drawn a pink shape in the crude likeness of a crown.

That song Lola first heard at yet another one of her beauty shows. One which she had somehow for once managed to persuade her entire family including much less prim or clean twin sister Lana to come with her to see, after of course a lot of prodding. Loud and grand music being played while the contests were on to make the entire process so much more conducive for the thousands of adoring fans who filled each theatre were the pageants took place was nothing special, but somehow to this day that one song stuck in the entire Loud family's mind so that Lola did not need to beg or threaten for the tape with just that song to be bought not long later.

Being that this was the first contest that included both boy and girl contestants and that Lola was at her very best and most confident that day made the anthem that began to soon began to echo the room all the more memorable. It truly did not matter what kind of snobbish rivals she faced since she Lola Loud was most attractive and perfect of them all.

Or at least that was how she once thought it to be as the beautiful sound of a violin and drums in perfect synchronisation began to ring from the radio that she placed the cassette into and she began to sing her favourite song.

The way her friendly older sister Luna recommended that the remaining members of the family who had not left the house never to be seen again cope with their grief in these tough times.

A song for generations, Lola silently remarked to herself as she easily found her starting pitch despite not being the greatest musician in the family.

"I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the mornings I sleep alone. Sweep the streets I used to own."

She turned her gaze to the bed beside the one she now sat upon and then out the window at the huge stack of rubbish that had accumulated in the now overflowing bin in the front yard.
How she hated handling such slop, so unsightly and unsanitary.
And when that was done there was still the floors to polish and the broken window which another sibling Lynn had shattered with a baseball to deal with.
None of those tasks that a delicate flower such as herself should have had to deign to take part in.

"I used to roll the dice. Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. Listen as the crowds would sing. Now the old king is dead, long live the king."

Images of the three stern judges all quickly raising up a ten sign each from times long past flashed before the nearly crying seven-year old's vision, blurry as if she were seeing her memories on a buffering and barely working old television.
And then came the even more unclear and distant memory of fellow pageant princesses and princes alike as they glared coldly at her with a venomous mixture of hatred and envy.

They hissed quietly at her like snakes as she edged smugly past them holding her trophy high for all the world to see.

She would grin coyly at the rival competitors who had failed to beat her yet again to remind them that it was the one and only Lola Loud who would have her place on history's great stage and not any of those losers who had the audacity to think themselves her equal.

How she wished she could at least apologize to the enemies she had made now. Not that an apology which fell on deaf ears would have done her much good.

"One minute I held the key. Next the walls were closed on me. And I discovered that my castles stand, upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."

Lola was glad none of her other siblings seemed to be home at this moment and time.
On pretence of a headache and aching throat, her father had found the courtesy to let her stay away from the family stroll in the park that the other Loud family members decided would be good to bring back some hint of family togetherness.

From the way that even the resident sweetheart Leni looked back at her as one by one they left the house said more than words ever could about the selfish pig that even Lola herself now regarded herself as.

Threats which once made even her much older eighteen-year-old eldest sister Lori bend to just about her every whim now earned little more than a sharp and curt "No.". "No Lola. We're too busy to play with you right now" becoming as common a catchphrase from Lori's lips as "Literally." and "Not right now. Sorry." becoming another ear worm spoken by the usually chipper and very energetic Luan whose dialogue up until the incident not to be spoken about consisted of bad puns and jokes followed by the comedian's signature "Get it?" in a vapid attempt to cause laughter which never came. How Lola wished for another one of those poorly timed and unfunny jokes right now to ease this never-ending sorrow.

A downwardly reassessed allowance which her dad claimed was necessary in order to pay for the various repairs and renovations that would yet be needed for even a household with a smaller family, did little to raise her mood.

The almost divine sounds of drums crashing and the violin only loudened as the song neared its climax. The part that Lola even just seven years of age loved best. The part everyone in her family loved best too. For the first time that day, Lola's voice became the once strong and confident clamour it once was and she stood taller and straighter than she had in a long time. She could have sworn she saw crowds of ten thousand people maybe more gazing intently at her as the music along with her voice struck a crescendo.

"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing. Roman cavalry choirs are singing.
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield. My Missionaries in a foreign field."

The true meaning of being a family. A realization she as the spoiled and conceited brat she now knew herself to be, realized far too late.
To be a mirror that warned those you loved of their flaws and good qualities while being kind and supportive all the way.

A sword that sought to bring retribution to those who'd defy your loved ones of their hopes, dreams and future's that they were entitled to.

But most of all a shield that protected them against harm even if such a selfless act would not end well for yourself. The satisfaction one felt when one gave up their lost time to help a sibling finish their homework saving them from a harsh scolding from the teacher.
The joy one received at assisting one's poetic friend in their poem only to learn that the entire poem was a poem their friend had written about them. A poem praising them for being such a great friend.
The happiness one gained as they distracted a vicious herd of violent mob of bullies and got to see their beloved sister run free and unharmed, before feeling a brutal punch and passing into pitch darkness.

Such pleasures were treasures more valuable than the shiniest jewels any tiara could be encrusted with. Treasures worth enduring fates worse than death to acquire and obtain. For they were moments that made even the most miserable of existences worth living out.
Things that Lola doubted she'd have the chance to savour ever again, even if by some stroke of luck the family struck the lucky numbers on the lottery tomorrow.
That'd solve a lot of their problems. All their problems in fact except the one that really needed solving.

Brief and stuttered sobs began to trickle into the girl's until now strong and vibrant singing voice

"For some reason I can't explain. Once you go it was never,
Never an honest word. And that was when I ruled the world."

The time she lied about not being able to read so that she cost her family their one chance of what could have been an evening never to forget if they just won the reading competition with her help.

The time she exaggerated about all the horrible and atrocious acts she was capable of and more, if any of her family didn't do exactly as she wanted. Even her dad was frightened enough by her disgusting threats so that for a price easily comparable to highway robbery, he gave to her the Princess channel instead of the sports channel he'd probably been waiting a lifetime to have instead.
The way he left the room that day in tears and shaking wasn't a pleasant memory.

Not that there was anything she could do about all that now with the last remnants of the family struggling to keep themselves from openly fighting almost daily. Like that other time none of them preferred to even mention about except this time much worse. Greatly and infinitely times worse.

So engrossed in the song was Lola that she didn't hear the front door open very gently as almost silent footsteps crossed the room downstairs.

So this here's the first chapter of a story which may or may not go on since my writer's block is still not quite cured and I've got difficult work I should be getting on with.
I also don't feel I'm the best writer but I love the Loud House like it's my life and I try.
So please do comment and try to take a stab at just what calamity befell the lovely Paradise known as "THE LOUD HOUSE" this time?
I look forward to hearing your reviews and I thank you for reading.

Until then have a good day.