Since giving his cans and bottles away, he had to find another source of income. Still, he had no regrets as it was for people who really needed it. With the limited change had, it was not enough to get a piece of can soda. Hopefully, Lincoln could find more loose change lying around whether they were nickels of penny's or even more cans and bottles for the taking. He also had to be aware of other competitors on the streets.

He also had to worry about his food situation as he felt the constant rumbles. It was not in just begging for food, it was demanding food. With each ache, Lincoln told his tummy that food would be coming soon, no matter how much he was unsure. When he heard someone throwing out the garbage, it was a clear signal to do some hunting. As no one was in sight, Lincoln went into the dumpster. He strolled through the amount of black trash bags.

Trash after trash, he went through every bag of garbage. It was not until he found a bag of a trash bag that contains many donuts. By the looks and smell, it was clear that they were still fresh. It put a smile on his face of finally finding something after hours of nothing. He exited the trashcan with a box of donuts, as he was successful in finding food again.

"Hey what are you doing in my house?" A homeless person angrily shouted in the place as Lincoln. No doubt, the man was claiming this area as his home grounds like a gang member.

"Oh just dropping by and leaving," Lincoln shouted as he ran away with his box full of donuts, he grabbed. Once again, someone was chasing Lincoln. It was easy this time to get away as the homeless man did not have much adrenaline for his age. It was a large relief for him.

Lincoln was happy that he got something in his belly even of donuts was not the suitable meal to start the day. He had munched through the number of donuts and bagels. He barely wondered why the man threw out good donuts. Personally, he prefers a good brand of cereal or at least a bed in breakfast. Just when he thought he was in the clear, Lincoln's stomach stated toss and turn.

"Dang it," Lincoln moaned in pain as his stomachache.

He felt something coming on inside his stomach. It felt like a bomb ready to explode. As cut through a crowd of people, he quickly rushed to the nearest restroom. It reminded Lincoln of his bathroom battle back at home. Every day he had to deal with a crowd, of but not by his sister's. Lynn's adrenaline coursing through him as Lincoln continued his run to get to his destination.

"Ugh, now I see why he threw those donuts out," Lincoln came out of the restroom, still feeling stomach sores. "You might not want to go in there for a while," Lincoln told a person who was also waiting for the restroom. Boy; were they going to be in for a rude awakening by the time he gets there.

It was the fifth time this week; the white-haired adult had received food poisoning. He still felt stomach sores as he came from the doctor's office. Fortunate was clearly not on his side as he dealt a bad hand consuming raw food. He still felt that raw taste in his mouth, no matter how much water he drank. Well, at least his stomach was not rumbling anymore.

"Man what I would give for a taste of dad's homemade Lasagna right about now or at least his homemade pudding." Lincoln thought to himself, holding his stomach.

As held the old donuts in his hands, he groans in disgust. He tossed them in the nearby trashcan, leaving them for someone else, did not care whom at this point.

While homeless, one thing that has not change was his love for Ace Savvy. Around every month, he would always look forward to the new release. At the local comic book store, he caught up with the latest issue. Unfortunately, time was limited to him as the store owner kept tabs of every customer that came in. As sadly, Lincoln could not enjoy his comic in the piece as he once did.

"Hey you, this isn't a library, buy something or get out!" The store worker called out, noticing that Lincoln has been in the shop for an hour.

He was just getting to the good part of his favorite hero. Looking at his loose change, there was no way he could afford it. It sure sucks not having allowance at his age.

As laid on the hard ground, he debated his next move. From the people and the blue sky, he watched as time move very slowly. One the biggest downside about being homeless was not being able to do much. Boredom was all over the place in the streets. Any homeless person would just spend the day either drinking or drug using without a purpose, but not Lincoln. Lincoln kept away from that stuff on the count that he did not want to look desperate and pathetic like he was not even trying. Lincoln was trying, as every day was a battle for him.

While lying in the alley, Lincoln listened in a radio coming from an apartment.

"This is the latest sympathy perform by our latest orchestra artist, dedicating to the young female scientist Dr. Loud, helping cure the deadly plague among the country of Kenya." The radio station stated. "And we also dedicate this to viewers like you; thank you."

Lincoln heard it, therefore; he was not surprised by it. "Looks like you finally made it Lisa, you're making all the difference in the world." Lincoln pouted angrily kicking the trashcan.

From step within the concrete surface, he counted the day when it would end. Nevertheless, the more he looked at his current situation, the more hopeless it seems.

The quietness was then disturbed as the young homeless Lincoln got piled. A waterfall of trash came down on him. It was not a little amount of trash, it was a whole trashcan. Soon the trash started to bury him as he could barely see or breathe. No one could not hear Lincoln's sudden screams for help as he tried to get out.

After the final hit, Lincoln found himself back in bed. He was back to the regular day. However, he gotten hog-tied by the youngest twin. This was not a good morning as Lincoln was trapped. Not only that, but it only annoyed him.

"Ugh dang it Lana, didn't I tell you before no sneak attacks while I'm asleep," Lincoln said irritated.

"Sorry Lincoln, I really need to practice for my bullfrog catching the match, and most of the others are often cranky in the morning," Lana replied flexing her muscles. "Figured you be the perfect test dummy since you were asleep."

"Gee thanks," Lincoln said back in annoyed if not unhappy tone.

"By the way, you might wanna get up?"

"Get up for what," He inquired in confusion.

"Lisa is accepting her Noble Prize," Lana answered.

"Indeed siblings, I finally found a way to for cure the soreness of bed bugs, now everyone from homes to hotels can sleep peacefully." Lisa came in proudly announced.

"Big deal," Lincoln said in mid-angry.

"It most certainly is a big deal elder brother, study shown that most common bed sore, cramps, bladder problems and even massive diarrhea are contrived from bed bugs. It is then said that..." Lincoln rolls his eyes over his genius sister's rambling. Within his other hand, he imitated her constant talking. Lincoln was in no mood to hear anymore put his finger over Lisa's mouth to stop her from talking.

"Whatever Lisa I get it, let's just get this over with," Lincoln said in a tone of moodiness grabbing his shoes.

The day was still the same as he watched the young four-year-old receive her reward. The Loud Family held their happy face with proudest as Lincoln watch disinterestedly at the event. At this rate, he was just counting down the time when it will be over. With Lisa's knowledge, Lincoln knew that there were no limitations for her vast intelligence. It seems like her future was already set. He only wished he could say the same for himself.

Lincoln never knew that Lisa gross studies would eventually lead to a breakthrough. Then again, Lisa was always odd in her own smart way. Even if Lisa normally showed zero emotions of her scientific achievements, she was still proud of her groundbreaking work. This gave Lincoln all the more reason to sigh further from every praise that was given to Lisa by someone other than the parents.

He could not stand it anymore. Lincoln took another impatient sigh and asked his eldest sister. "Can we go now? Lisa already got her award."

"What's the hurry Lincoln? Lighten up have a good time, go mingle with the girls, we have time to stay here for a few more minutes, stay here and enjoy the grub." Lori stated with a smile.

"Lisa already got her award, so there is no point in staying here."

Lori argued back, "Yeah well I say we stay for the moment, remember when…."

Lincoln held his hand in Lori's face to stop her from saying certain words. "Yeah, yeah, I know, when mom and dad are not around, you're in charge, heard it hundred times." He said in a non-emotional tone. Lori lifted her eyebrow in suspicion at Lincoln's sudden behavior.

"Um, you're right; maybe I will enjoy the events," Lincoln said with false bravado.

Much as Lincoln wanted to enjoy the festivities, he just could not stand to watch his second youngest sister get attention from the community. Many people surrounded her as if she was a pop celebrity. Envy to some, jealously to most and perplex to others. Even on this day, many still wondered how a toddler was able to be a genius at her age. Neither of the thoughts was apparent right much right now.

He watched as Lisa was determined to add her Nobel Prize to the trophy case. It was yet another reminder of what his sister's had and what he did not. He once again saw his future self through the dirty reflective glass plate. Homeless Lincoln still stared at him with that same blank expression. It came as suddenly as it caused Lincoln to drop his plate and shatter to the ground.

He felt a shard of glass impact on his hand but did not have the emotion to say ouch. Not only that, but it also caught the attention of the guest, including his sisters. Lori was the first to rush to his aid.

"Lincoln; are you okay?" Lori asked. She grabbed his hand and saw the wound. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing, guess I was a little clumsy," Lincoln said.

Lori grabbed a napkin and wrapped it around his bleeding hand, "Whatever, just try to be more careful."

While the sisters were all preoccupied downstairs with their own activities at home, Lincoln decided to stay upstairs himself. As he wandered through the halls, Lincoln's curiosity occurred to him around his sister's rooms. He wanted to find out what had made them so special. Lincoln first destination took him to Lisa and Lily's room. Between Lily's baby toys and Lisa science experiments, it was clear what really made them. All through the nightstand, each book was on different science experiments and exploration. He looked a book and started to read it. No matter how much he tried to understand every word, it only to lead to confusion, confusion, and more confusion. There were too much-complicated words to comprehend. He could not understand how Lisa was able to cram most of this knowledge into her young brain.

For Lincoln's next destination, it took him to Luna and Luan's room. He salvaged through props and joke material. He even looked at Luan's joke book a few times. Most of the jokes he did not get, then again no one ever gets her jokes that much. On the other side of the room, Lincoln glanced at the assortments of Mick Swagger posters and music equipment of Luna's. By the heavy instruments and Amps, it was clear that she was a dedicated musician. In fact, there was not one single day in the house, where she did not shred her ax.

He then passed Lynn and Lucy's room. Lincoln watched as Lucy's side filled with nothing but dark and gothic material. Blackness was all around the dark Loud sister. She was her own horror character. On the other side was the overly active Loud sister. Just about every or anything spell competition in her eyes to succeed. Any type of sport was what she excelled in like a master. The trophies and the jerseys were proving her light in the athlete world. It would take her very far in life. If only she would rely more on her skills and less on her superstitions.

Lincoln then came to his two eldest sister's room. He stood with caution, as Lori had been very clear about Lincoln staying out of her room. He had heard so many times she's threatening to turn him into a Human Pretzel. Even if Lori and Leni were similar in nice clothes, both had different fashion outlooks. Through the different fabrics and fashion magazines, Leni knew what her true talent was. She would often make nice clothes for herself and her loving sisters.

He looked at the Fashionista line of new and old clothes lined up in the closet. Most of the time nice clothes would always lead to massive conflicts with the eldest. Lincoln could still remember the ugly story of their so-called 'Sister Fight Protocol'. Still, where Leni might have sometimes lack brains, she always made up with skills.

Lastly, Lincoln came into the twins rooms. Although Lana and Lola were similar, they were more different then they were worth. He could see the long line of pictures of Lola, nearly covering up the whole wall. Talk about an ego. He knew that massive ego would only get her so far in her Pageant career. As for Lana, she kept all kinds of pets; her most notable was her trusted frog, Hops. Aside from that, Lana had also great plumbing and mechanical skills. Each time the family van was always in a jam, she would often save the day.

After glancing at every sight of his sister's unique talents, it only made him feel more and more ashamed.

"Hey Linky, I need you for something" Leni greeted her brother.

"What is it Leni, one of you fashion ideas that I showed you the other day from the paper?" He asked.

"Really; that paper was one of your fashion ideas, I thought it was a picture from an old coloring book, whoops, sorry Lincoln."

Lincoln groaned and held his hand to his forehead. Even if he knew Leni did not mean it intentionally, he still felt insulted. "Just forget it, alright, I can't right now, sorry," Lincoln replied, trying to hide his irritation, walking away.

"Okay no worries Lincoln," Leni said back.

While doing his daily chores, the female athlete gave Lincoln an unexpected tackle. This only annoyed him through the day.

"Hey Lincoln, need to practice for my upcoming karate match, rumor has it that this team is going to be mighty mean. I could really use a sparring partner."

Lincoln was used to Lynn's roughhousing, but he simply was not in the mood for it. Lincoln on his feet and brushed himself off. "Then I would suggest you practice with one of your teammates. I'm sure many of them would be more than glad to be your practice dummy."

"You say practice dummy, I say sparing partner."

Lincoln gave a loud sigh of annoyance, "Whatever Lynn."

"Whoa, why are you so moody today?"

"It's nothing Lynn," Lincoln replied.

As Lincoln was working on a packet of homework, the comedian barged in. He took an unamused sigh as this was a constant habit he was used to, yet he was not into it right now.

"Hey Lincoln, wanna hear a joke?" Luan asked.

Lincoln did not face Luan working on his homework, "Not now, Luan I'm busy."

"I'll tell you anyway, what did the wind say to the grey cloud?" Luan told Lincoln. "He said; why are you a gloomy gust?" Luan chuckled to herself. "Get it?"

Lincoln lifted himself up from the chair took leave. He walked away without a groan or even a word, much to Luan's question. "I said get it?"

"I get it alright, it just wasn't funny," Lincoln answered in a moody tone.

"Gee Lincoln, when did you become so cold?" Luan joked around handing Lincoln some ice cubes. Lincoln was still not amused by her sense of humor, not that he wanted to be.

Making his way to the fridge, he grabbed a quick drink. As he slams the fridge shut, Lincoln Goth-lover sister appeared out of thin air. Once again, Lucy was the master of mysterious appearances. Times like this, he wondered if Lucy was even human, or maybe the mother had an affair. This time, Lucy sudden appearance did not freak him out as much as it normally does.

"Lincoln, Haiku and I are going to a dark Poetry Club; I can really use your inspiring words. Also, a new coffin just opened up," Lucy offered.

"Um, maybe next time Lucy," Lincoln did not face her as he declined.

With his mind somewhere else, Lincoln occupied himself. He turned on his handheld video game. Unfortunately, however, the skills and concentration still were not there as he found himself losing in every level. It was usually a game he was good in, yet somehow did not seem to have it as much just like at Gus-Game-Grub. No reaction was given to him as he suffered lost after suffering. It was still the same emotionless expression from the past few days. And the game was not even on high difficulty.

"Lincoln!" Screamed the Pageant Princess, nearly making Lincoln's ears ring.

Even if he was used to Lola's screaming, Lincoln was in no mood to hear it as it only annoyed him. He turned to face Lola.

"Come help me with my ribbon dance," She said.

"I can't right now I have homework, why don't you ask the others?" Lincoln politely decline.

"But Linky, you always help me."

"Sorry but I'm busy right now."

Lincoln then tried to read his comics in his underwear, but even with the new edition, it was not enough to satisfy him. No matter how much he wanted to enjoy his daytime activities, it just was not there. It was like all the life energy was literally sucked out of him. As he glances in the mirror, all Lincoln could see is an unhappy Lincoln and his future self. He still was as sad as his current self-was.

Knocks came at his bedroom door as he was interrupted. He answered the door to see the Loud Twins.

"Yes," Lincoln answered in a depressed tone.

"Hey Lincoln, we are having our annual Super Secrets Club Meeting, want to come?"

In his mind, he did not think he deserved to be in the same room as his successful sisters. The more he looked at them, the more he felt like he was in the bottom barrel. He could neither hear or see them.

"No thanks, I'm fine," Lincoln, answered back.

"Come on Linky, it will be fun, I told you before I won't tattle as much anymore," Lola added.

"Not this time, you two," Lincoln said, putting on another false smile. "You have fun without me."

Lola and Lana took a glance at each other. "Um, okay Linky whatever you say," Lana said.

Throughout the day, Lincoln mope around in bed with a lot on his mind. He kept it to himself trying to make it look obvious or to be shown. To keep his mind further occupied, he started to develop Lynn's habit of bouncing a ball to the wall.

As Lincoln's eyes slowly close shut, he found himself back in his corner doing the same thing. Even as his adult age, the habit did not leave him. Still being on the streets, there was not much to do at his rate. With his back on the wall and butt on the ground, he watched the cold world past him by. It was like a never-ending void of despair.

He awoke from his mid-dream. Feeling light-headed, Lincoln made himself to the restroom. With water in his hands, he splashed it on his face. As he glances at himself in the bathroom mirror, he saw himself, then transformed into his homeless self. Either he was going crazy or he was just tired as he kept seeing homeless Lincoln.

"How long will you keep fighting it?" Homeless Lincoln told current Lincoln. "You know it's unavoidable."

Lincoln held his head down, "Maybe it is."