(Author's Note: Hi there everybody. This is TigerVolcano5000 here with a new story. A while ago, another author asked me to write this story and that's what I'm doing. Basically, the Loud House with another sister. Enjoy.)

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Prologue

The sun shined brightly on my eyes and my first instincts were to cover my head in my blankets. Another thought I had was that I had to get up for school, but then I remembered that it was Saturday so that worry was quickly wiped out. Slowly, I pull the covers off of my head and saw that my two roommates were already out of their beds. I heard yelling, crashing, and rock music coming from the hallway and I knew that I was the last one up.

Never being a person who hated mornings, I got out of bed and walked over to the dresser. It was a decent size because three of us shared that room and one of my roommates had a lot of clothes. But, we'll get to that later. After getting myself dressed, I stood in front of the mirror to see how I looked. My favorite color was fuchsia and it's known if you look at me. I had myself on a fuchsia shirt, shorts, shoes, and even a fuchsia bow in my hair, the only thing being different were my white socks. I fiddled with the bow in my hair, trying to place it just right in my hair. Like almost half my family, I was a brunette. I had straight hair, although it wasn't as long as some of my siblings. I took in a deep breath and prepared myself for the madness that was about to happen. But, I'm probably being rude.

Hello, my name is Lena Loud and you're probably wondering why I call my house madness. Well, let's say my family isn't like others. I walked over and placed my hand on the doorknob, taking in one final breath. Allow me to introduce you to…The Loud House!

The minute the door was open, there were a bunch of girls standing there in the hallway and doing their own thing. For see, I have a very big family.

"Hey Lena, have you seen my sunglasses? I can't find them anywhere."

"Um, they're on your head Leni."

This is Leni, one of my many sisters. She's a tall girl with fair skin (like mine) and pale blonde hair. She wore a turquoise dress with white slippers, red/orange earrings, and sunglasses on her head. At sixteen years, she was the second oldest of the loud siblings. She was a very beautiful person, but was also very kind. Of everyone in the house, she easily had the biggest heart. I told her that once and she took it literally, asking what kind of exercise she could do to get her heart to lose weight. Yeah, if you haven't figured it out, she's a little bit naïve.

Leni reached up and felt her sunglasses on her head, "Wow, you're so smart. Thanks Lena," she said happily as she walked away.

"Your welcome?" It can be a little weird being a five year old and being smarter than your sixteen year old sister, but any frustrations Leni's naivety causes don't last long especially when she flashes that bright smile and you can't help but share in her good mood.

"Good morning, Lena." I jumped up and gave a little yell. With a hand clutching my chest, I turned to see a girl a little taller than me standing there.

"G-G-Good m-morning Lucy." Like me, Lucy was one of the younger siblings since she was only eight years old. She was…a special case in the loud family. For starters, she looked different. Her skin was unnaturally pale (no doubt from all that time she's spent in the vents, attic, basement, and pretty much anywhere that was dark) and her hair was a jet black color (I'm still pretty sure that she dyed it). She typically spends her time in dark places writing poetry. She also had a strange habit of seemingly disappearing and reappearing out of nowhere, almost as if she could teleport.

"I'm writing a new poem and I need a word that rhymes with death."

I just stared at her for a few seconds, more than a little creeped out, "Seth?"

She just started at me for a moment before saying, "That'll work. Thank you Lena."

"No problem," I'd be lying if I said that Lucy didn't freak me out. Don't get me wrong she's my big sister and I love her, but sometimes she can creep me out a little bit.

"Look out!" Instead of turning around, I jumped out of the way and pulled my body to the floor. I looked to see a football hit the door directly in front of me.

"Not bad reaction there, Lena."

"Thanks Lynn." At thirteen, Lynn was one of the oldest of my siblings. She was a brunette like me and had her hair in a ponytail. She wore a red and white jersey with a large "1" on it and red shorts. She was definitely the tomboy of the family. She was completely obsessed with sports. I honestly don't there that there's a single thing in this world that Lynn can't find some way to turn into a sport. "Wait, didn't dad tell you not to throw your football in the house?"

Lynn's eyes widened for a second before she quickly went over and picked up her football. She then turned toward me and said, "Shhhhhhhh," before she slowly back stepped back into her room. Weird.

"I found it first!"

"No, I did!"

"Let go!"

"You let go!" I didn't even have to turn around to tell what that was. My roommates, Lana and Lola Loud. They were older than me only by a year (a fact that Lola never lets me forget) and were the twins of the family. Which is actually pretty ironic because, even though they're twins, they couldn't be more different if they tried.

Like Lynn, Lana was a total tomboy. She had blonde hair which she had put in two pigtails. She wore dark blue overalls, a red cap, and had a gap in her teeth. She loved anything involving dirt, filth, and animals. Lola, on the other hand, was her polar opposite. She had straight blonde hair that was just a little longer than mine and on her head sat a tiara. She wore a bright pink dress with pink gloves, a white necklace, white earrings, and she also had a gap in between her teeth. Unlike her twin, she was more of a proper girl, loving pageants and her own beauty and absolutely despising anything that was even remotely dirty. There were time that I seriously doubted the fact that they were actually related.

"Can't you guys get along for five minutes?"

"Say out of this Lena!" The yell response I got from Lola was, unfortunately, no surprise.

Lana was the one that retaliated, "Hey! Don't talk to her like that!"

"She's my little sister and I can talk to her however I want!"

"Yeah well, she's my little sister too and I say you can't!" None of you can imagine how humiliating it is to have siblings who always act immature and fight like cats and dogs, and yet they still refer to you as their "little sister". I quickly moved out of the way as they couldn't to scream at one another down the hallway.

"And to think that some people say that with age comes wisdom," I shook my head at the two fighting twins.

"Pardon me, sister unit." I turned and moved out of the way as one of my younger sisters, Lisa, walked through. At four years old, Lisa was certainly small. She was a brunette with large circular glasses, a green sweater, and dark pinkish pants. Lisa was…I believe the term is "child prodigy". Even though she's the second youngest person in the house, she's easily smarter than everyone else combined. She was carrying a vial of green liquid as she walked past me.

"Um Lisa, what is that?"

"Only a small serum I concocted," I'd feel better if said "serum" was currently smoking and leaking.

"Is that dangerous?"

"Define dangerous."

"Is it going to explode and blow up the house?"

"Not as long as it is properly taken care of," at that moment, the smoke and leaking increased drastically, "Excuse me for one moment," she then ran off. I stood there in shock for a moment before shaking my head and deciding to just forget about it. I cringed when I suddenly heard the sound of rock music and knew where, or who, it was coming from.

The third oldest sibling, fifteen year old Luna Loud. She was a brunette with a pixie cut, a purple shirt with a skull on it, a purple skirt, purple boots, and paperclips attached to her ears as earrings.

Luna saw me and gave me a "rock 'n roll" sign with her hand, "What up, sis?"

"Hi Luna," I rubbed both of my ears, I loved her but one of these days she's gonna drive me deaf. "Don't you think that it's a little early to be playing music that loud?"

"What? Come on little sis, it's never too early for some rockin' tunes," she then began to play a bunch of very loud notes, to which I responded by immediately covering my ears.

"I'll say, talk about starting your morning off with a beat! Hahahahahaha! Get it?"

"Yes Luan." Luan was the next oldest after Luna at fourteen years. She had light brown hair wrapped in a ponytail and braces. She wore a white shirt with a pink flower and a plaid yellow shirt. She was the jokester of the family, always pulling pranks and telling corny jokes. Mom says that she, unfortunately, gets her sense of humor from dad.

"Hey Lena, care to smell my flower?"

"No! I'm not falling for that again!" I said, rising my voice a little before feeling kinda bad for doing so.

"Aw, you're no fun." As she walked away, another one of my sisters walked forward and something fell out of her pocket as she stared at her phone. I picked it up, it was pen.

"Hey Lori, you dropped this."

Lori looked up from her phone for a second, "Oh, thanks Lena," before turning right back to it. At seventeen, Lori was the oldest of us all and it was something she refused to allow us to forget. She had, rather, large blonde hair, a baby blue top, and brown shorts. Whenever she's home, she'll spend most of her time texting her boyfriend Bobby. A flaw she has is that she can be really bossy sometimes, but it's never been something that we can't work out.

As I was about to walk away, I felt a small tug on my socks. I couldn't help but smile when I saw who was doing it, "Hello Lily," she made a bunch of random and adorable noises as I picked her up. Lily was the youngest of us, at only fifteen months. She had a single tooth in the middle of her mouth, a diaper, and a small tuff of blonde hair on her head. She grabbed my face and began squeezing it after I picked her up. It hurt a little, but it was really cute. I then heard the sound of a door opening and someone say, "Ah, good morning Loud House."

My face brightened, "Hey Lincoln."

Lincoln was the only boy in the family and its middle child. He wore a short sleeve orange shirt and long blue pants. His hair was actually white, like snow, and had a small tuff on the left side. Lincoln felt like the most normal person of the loud children. Instead of having a certain talent like our sisters, Lincoln was a man of many talents. Years of living in our house has made him very adaptive and learning the mannerisms of our sisters. I'm still amazed as to how he was able to live with so many sisters.

"Good morning Lena. Boy am I glad it's Saturday."

"Me too." Lily just babbled but we were sure that she was agreeing with us.

"Come on," Lincoln told me, "Let's go get some food before the others eat it all." In me taking time to speak to all of my siblings, I hadn't realized that they'd gone downstairs for breakfast.

"Let's go." I followed him down the stairs, with Lily clapping and laughing in my arms.

(Author's Note: Annnnnnd there ends the prologue. This isn't meant to be considered a whole chapter, more like an introduction to the story. Most of these chapters will be original ideas of mine, though I might (key word being might) do some original episodes along the way. Hope you enjoyed and I'll see you next time.)