I confess, this story was at least partially inspired by a piece of fanart I saw that had Lincoln as a vampire with white skin and red eyes, with Christina as his bride (she won't be shipped with Lincoln in THIS story, but maybe one down the road).
Guest: That is a surprisingly accurate guess.
Chapter 6
Clyde McBride, a young African-American boy with round eyeglasses, a blue-and-yellow striped shirt with a white collar, black jeans, and black tennis shoes, nervously stepped into the assistant principal's office.
"You wanted to see me, ma'am?" he asked.
"Yes, I did, hon," said Meryl, a small, cheerful woman with brown hair in a tall beehive, and a distinct Southern accent. "Your class is getting a new student tomorrow. Would you mind staying after school to give him a quick orientation tour?"
"Pardon my curiosity, ma'am, but why does he need a private tour?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that, Clyde. As it so happens, this boy is very self-conscious about the way that he looks."
"Does he have a disfigurement?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes. You see, he's albino." In his mind's eye, Clyde saw a small child with red eyes and papery white skin crying in a corner, shunned by teacher and peers alike.
"I think I know who you're talking about, ma'am. I'd be honored to be his tour guide."
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Lincoln followed his parents into the school with his hood pulled low and wearing a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. He hated the fact that it was laundry day and his Spider-Man mask was deemed to be too dirty. They walked into what must've been the principal's office. There were three adults and a boy his age already present. One of the adults was a barrel-chested man with a yellow polo shirt, red pants, and a whistle around his neck. This was Coach Pacowski, who Lincoln happily greeted. There was also a woman that looked to be about Rita's age, who had fiery red hair tied in a bun, a green sweater, and a green skirt with a thick black zig-zag. She introduced herself as Agnes Johnson, Lincoln's homeroom teacher. The final adult seated behind a wide desk was a severely balding older gentleman with a silver mustache and a sour demeanor. The name plate on the desk said it all: Wilbur Huggins, the principal himself.
The boy, whose chocolate-brown skin was the exact opposite of Lincon's own, walked up and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Clyde. they're probably gonna be discussing boring grown-up stuff for a while, so would you like me to show you around?"
"Sure." The two of them left, and Lincoln followed as Clyde started explaining the layout of the school. There were no other kids around, so Lincoln lowered his hood but left his sunglasses in place. Clyde turned to face Lincoln as he brought the tour to a close.
"I just want you to know this, so that you don't get a nasty surprise tomorrow: with every new student, our class plays a game of Ten Questions. The new guy or gal stands in front of the class and answers any ten questions the other students ask," he said.
"That's fine with me. As long as none of the questions are about my albinism," Lincoln replied with a shrug.
"Don't worry; if there's a question you don't feel comfortable answering, just say 'pass.' Say, aren't you getting hot with all those layers?"
"A little, but I'm super-duper sensitive to sunlight.
Clyde then made the decision to confide something in Lincoln. "You know, I was kind of an outcast myself when we were in Kindergarten. And still am to this day."
"Really? How come?"
"My parents are a homosexual mixed-race couple. Apparently, it's weird to have two dads."
Lincoln grimaced and said, "Boy, am I lucky. Double the dads would mean double the dad jokes! No offense."
"None taken. I take it you have a lively household, then?"
"Oh, you have no idea. Life with ten sisters is controlled chaos!"
"YOU HAVE TEN...never mind. That question will probably come up tomorrow." The two boys shared a laugh before Lincoln's parents emerged from the principal's office.
"Looks like my folks are done with the paperwork. See you tomorrow, Clyde!"
The next few chapters won't be so short, I promise.