With his eyes on the ground and hands in his jacket pocket, Lincoln scroll down the busy downtown streets. Like any other homeless person, he was alone and isolated from the world. From every toe that touched the concrete surface, he wondered with would be the next plan, assuming if he had the next plan. One thing was sure, his money situation made him bound to the downtown area.

Outside of endless wondering, he was finding himself vomiting and going number two constantly, due to the heavy amounts of food poisoning he has endured. Lincoln was also fighting hunger. Every minute that passes, Lincoln stomach rumbled like a nagging wife. It was aching in pain after a day of no food in his belly. Now he was starting to wonder if truly wanted to part with his things to help that needy family. However, his current standing was not any better as he had a minimum strength.

As he went into the market, he saw a line of food stands. Everything included freshly cooked foods to boxes of fruits and vegetables. With every glance, Lincoln bellyached more in pain. He also licked his lips, as he could taste the savory goodness. One thought came to him to steal a piece but was not sure, if he was bold let alone enough to take under the market man. Besides, in most countries, they would often punish thieves by cutting off their hands as punishment. He would certainly hate to be in that situation. One way or another, he had to eat something.

On his venture, Lincoln caught sight of a couple of teenage kids and an adult. The adult whispered to one of the kids as he proceeded first. One of the kid's went grabbed an apple, while the other sneaked around the market keeper. As the kid stole the apple, it drew the marketer attention in an angry manner. Before he was set to grab one of the brats, his leg was suddenly snuggled. Shoelaces were tied together and leg was tied to the stand that lost his balance, causing the fruit stand to collapse. He watched with agony as all his fresh products rolled out to the street, and the crooks got away with a handful of fruits.

The citizens had watched, laughed and pointed their camera phones at the owner's most embarrassing display. He jumped up and down like a child having a temper tantrum. Angry fill his face as he started swearing a mouthful, not caring if there were children present and children were present as parents covered their ears.

While the show was still going on, Lincoln went on to gather the fruits on the ground for himself. Since it hit the floor, it was already unsellable. While the screaming foul mouth owner distracted everyone, Lincoln kept himself occupied. On his toes, he began to gather as much food as he can. In his head, technically, it was not stealing he considered it salvaging. Although one part of him would have just done the right thing and returned it to its owner, the other part was more concern about his own survival.

Lincoln went through piles of apples, oranges, mangos, and Kiwi as if he was in an eating contest. Although it was not the honest way to get food, he got something in his stomach. He sat in the alley enjoying the juicy goodness as Lincoln felt his strength returning. Hard to believe, he had those hooligans to thank for his hall. In addition, Lincoln still had a lot of food leftover.

The shop owner made his way through the alley. "Hey you, did you see a couple of crooks come by here recently?"

"No I haven't," Lincoln denied with a headshake.

"I see, then maybe they are somewhere else." The owner replied.

When he took off leaving, Lincoln waited until he was out of sight. "You can come out now, he's gone," Lincoln called out.

Inside the trash can, had appeared the teenage thieves and the adult guardian. "That was a close one, hey thanks for covering for our pal."

"Don't mention it," Lincoln said.

"Still, we owe you," The man gave Lincoln some extra loose change. "Here is a little something for your trouble."

Lincoln was now fully energized as he got up on his feet. He did a couple of stretches and then proceeded upon his merry way. Since he had a lot of food leftover, it gave him an idea.

He went back to the yard where he met the poor homeless family. He knocked on the covered tinted windows. The husband was the first to answer as he opens the car door. By the look inside the car, the family had a large supply of food thanks, Lincoln's cans, and bottles.

"I just thought you guys might use some extra food." Lincoln offered a bag full of fruits. "Just consider it the fruits of my labor," Lincoln cracked a joke, much to the homeless family dismay. Guess his comedian sister was starting to rub off on him. He could only wonder how she was doing now. "Sorry, it's just a little food humor."

As Lincoln gave the final wave to the family, he took his leave. He looked at his watch to find out that it was still the afternoon, which means he still had a full day ahead of him.

While at times the Lincoln could be selfish, he still had the heart to help others in need. Judging from the homeless family standing, they needed the most supplies. Lincoln could help but admire the father still looking after his kids, no matter what. At his adult age, he was just glad not they have kids now. Even so, he certainly would not want his own kids to see him like this.

Lincoln then tried his luck in panhandling again. This time, he followed others by having signs instead. He grabbed a black marker and piece of the box. He wrote, "Broke and lonely college student needed funds to get by, anything helps, and thank you."

He only hoped that would get him some more change even if it were not much. He tried being at a nearby store, but security was strict for homeless panhandling at a nearby business. He did not want to be hall off by the police for trespassing. Therefore, he tried his luck on the middle street. Between cars going on different lanes, he held his sign.

As usual, it leads to many ignore, and some rudely driving by. Then, one person called him over from their car. Lincoln went over with a smile.

"Sure hate to be you right about now; loser!" The person from the car mocked Lincoln and tossed his drink in his face. He drove away very fast, causing Lincoln's smile to fade away.

The white-haired adult was sad and annoyed by this outcome. He wiped the seed liquids from his face. Still, it was not the first time Lincoln was mistreated as a homeless person. Between brutal assaults, yelled at, and robbed, this was nothing. Just another day of beating down the homeless like, they were unnecessary parasites. Still, despite his standing, he tried to remain positive.

Another person signaled Lincoln to come to their vehicle and he obeyed. Lincoln walked over with calm and collected face, expecting more mistreatment. However, this time was different as the individual gave Lincoln some change. No insults or negative outburst was included in this gesture.

"Thank you," Lincoln said with a smile.

Just out of that gesture alone was enough to give him hope. He only wished he could say for the rest of the city. Even if he had more change then before, it was still not enough to get him by throughout the day. Still, it was better than nothing because he literally had nothing.

He waited to respond to the next vehicle. As he glanced at a police car nearby, he silently took his leave, not knowing the sign "no soliciting or panhandling."

As he crosses the street, he was honked and yelled by an oncoming car. He then fell right into a manhole."Watch where you're walking you idiot!" The worker in the manhole shouted shoving Lincoln out. "The sewers have enough filth without you broken deadbeats around."

"Okay, okay I'm going already," Lincoln shot back.

For the second task of the day, Lincoln spent his time on the city Library computers. Surfing the internet, he searches a wide amount of things he missed on during his homelessness. While on the latest Eye-Tube, he found his sister's channel, still active. One the many changes he noticed in this page are amount subscribers and followers numbers had grown exponentially. It was now in the half a million mark.

Even back then, Luan had a lot of online popularity. Now Luan's popularity spread like a wildfire. He even started to notice new videos during Luan's adult years. As he looked at her latest videos, it was clear that her comedy career had expanded. It went from doing prank videos to stand-up, and even random funny video with some good one-liners. This was now a clear indication that Luan was popular on the internet.

As continued to look at the videos, it made Lincoln suddenly reflect upon his past actions. He remembers the day how much he was desperate to win, but did not achieve victory. Lincoln's online popularity came at cost of his sister's affections. Even until this day, he wondered how a stupid hamster was able to gain lot praise, and yet Lincoln's stunt videos did not. Guess people had different interest when it came to the internet.

"You must be really proud sis," Lincoln muttered to himself. He heard the laughter of a kid laughing at Luan's video right next to him. She even made comments, and subscribe to her videos, this gaining more popularity.

They all grow up so fast.

Hearing the alarm clock go off, Lincoln awakens from his slumber. The same dream continued to haunt him. With the palm of his hand, he slapped the off switch on his alarm clock. He rose from bed, rubbing the sand from his eyes as he prepared for another week. Now he can see why a certain fat cat hated Mondays.

"Another day ahead of us," Homeless Lincoln reminded Current Lincoln through the mirror.

"Yeah, so it is," Lincoln, responded, not in good spirits.

Still keeping his same stoic expression, Lincoln started with waiting for the bathroom in the same typical fashion of the long line. At times like this, Lincoln wondered if there could ever be another bathroom. The next thing was sitting down for breakfast. Since it was Lynn Sr. day off from work, he made an extravagant meal for his family. Bacon, eggs, sausage, potatoes, toast, and oranges were set for a big day. The kids want all out getting their feast on.

"Sorry Linc too slow," Lana said grabbing the sausage before the middle-child could touch it. Lincoln somehow did not react to getting his food taken.

He tried to grab strips of bacon but caught off guard by his Rockstar sister. "Better luck next time bro," Luna exclaimed.

"Beauty before age big brother," Lola said snagging the toast from Lincoln's grasp.

"Sorry Linc, really need that balanced breakfast," Luan said intercepting Lincoln's attempts at the orange juice.

Even if breakfast was the finest meal of the day, Lincoln had no reaction to the chaos. While on his way to the door, he stopped to glance at the Trophy Case again. It once again served as a constant unfortunate reminder of what his sisters had that he did not. Not once did he complain about not getting enough meals as his sisters fought over like wolves. On his way to school, his mind was still in the clouds. When his best friend gave his greetings, Lincoln silently waved back.

"So how's it going man?" Clyde asked.

"Oh, you know the usual, just like every day," Lincoln replied still in the same dejected tone.

During his stroll through the hallways, Lincoln accesses his locker. After the final combination, he found himself bombarded by a spring pie to the face, laced with hot sauce. Lincoln did not even need to guess who was responsible for such a dirty trick. Nevertheless, he shook it off and proceeded on his path. Clyde was perplexed by his sudden behavior but did not question it. If all, he figured that it was just a faze Lincoln was going through. He only hoped that Lucy's influence did not rub off on him.

The next period after PE, Lincoln was left with another surprise. When he took his usual seat, he sat on a plate of greasy food, thus there left a huge brown stain on his pants. Everyone noticed and once again laughed at him as Lincoln was still unfazed, much to Clyde curiosity. The snow-haired child did nothing but take a trip to the restroom as Clyde followed. It was the second week he had to put up with this abuse as Lincoln was in no mood for it. Sure Lincoln may have been everyone's punching bag back at home, but not so much in school.

"Hey Lincoln, if you want to go number two, try doing on the toilet next time." A student mocked Lincoln and laughed at him.

Clyde watched as Lincoln tried to scrub the stain off his pants in the restroom. Clyde could not take it anymore, so he decided to break the silence. "Okay I'm just going to ask, are you okay Lincoln?" Clyde inquired. "You know it would not hurt to give Ronnie Anne a piece of your mind."

"What do you mean Clyde?" Lincoln inquired back.

"Don't play dumb Lincoln, I knew you for a while, and you're never usually the type to mope around or be Ronnie Anne's punching bag, so what's up?" Clyde grabbed Lincoln's shoulder.

Lincoln shoved his hand away, "It's nothing Clyde."

"Your reaction says otherwise man; Dr. Lopez always said that..."

"Oh, will you shut up Dr. Lopez?" Lincoln shot back in mid-anger.

"Okay, okay, chill, I was just concerned that's all," He said trying to calm Lincoln down.

Lincoln took a breather, "Sorry Clyde, a lot is on my mind right now." Clyde stood curiously about Lincoln situation. "I just don't wanna talk about it okay."

"You sure," Clyde responded with a concerned gaze. "You know you can tell me."

As the heard the bell, they knew it was time. "Head back to class Clyde, I'll meet you there," Lincoln told and Clyde obeyed.

After Lincoln was finish scrubbing his pants, he slipped them back on. As he came out of the restroom, he opened the door to find a bucket of the water on him. It was bad enough to deal with the oldest prank in the book at home, but now in public school. Once again, Lincoln was soaked and the laughter came to him. "Are you freaking kidding me?" Lincoln shouted.

"Still wetting the bed at your age Lincoln? What are you, four-years-old?" Another kid mocked at Lincoln's situation.

Furious, Lincoln ran down the halls to find his aggressor but was already gone. She must have already headed back to her class before the bell. He took an angry sigh, as Lincoln did not know what came over him. It was a minute away, but Lincoln made it to class despite his wet condition. This caught the attention of his friends and the homeroom teacher. Lincoln's friends had resisted the urge to laugh at Lincoln's current predicament. Even Mrs. Johnson had the urge to laugh but did not. Lincoln noticed their glances.

He turned to them, not in the best of moods and said, "Not a word."

Having a full bladder, Lincoln rushed to the bathroom, only to find it already in use. At first, he thought someone was just using it. He held between his legs, trying to hold it in. Nevertheless, by the sounds of the running water, it was clear that someone was inside. It really sucked having one bathroom.

"Luna, will you hurry up, you been in there for almost an hour!" Lincoln banged on the door. There was no response. "Come on, I'm serious, move it already!"

"Bathroom is all your little bro," Luna said, coming out.

"Ugh, must you take freaking forever while you're in the shower! I mean you can sing pretty much anywhere." Lincoln nagged and shoved Luna.

Luna was half-insulted, "Gee sorry; take a chill pill bro, what's eating you?"

"Nothing just forget it alright," Lincoln said, slamming the bathroom door, leaving Luna in shock and question.

Hey Lincoln, I am reading fortunes, care to hear yours?" Lucy offered.

Knowing his past experience from fortune telling and his day at school, Lincoln put on a frown. "That would be a super hard pass."

"You sure, you might end up end up with something pleasant instead of unpleasant."

"Don't remind me, I'm not in the mood right now for your bogus fortunes." Lincoln grumpy replied. Since the recurring dreams, he already knew his fate. The last thing he needed was another constant reminder.

"Suit yourself, but it's been already proven that the cards never lie."

"Hahaha, that will teach that Pageant Judge not to give me a three for a spectacular performance from yours truly."

Lincoln caught Lola engaged in another one of her revenge schemes. He may not have seen the whole video Lola was watching, but it was clear that her footprints were all over the person. He watched as the Judge reeked of fish, so he was chased by a lot of cats. Lola took a great amount of glee at the man's suffering. Lincoln shook his head in disbelief as he expected this from little sister.

"Was that really necessary?" Lincoln inquired to Lola.

"He gave me a low score for my dance performance I worked so hard for. Someone needed to give him a reality check."

"You know you are not going to get anywhere in life if you think everyone deserves payback just for doing you wrong," Lincoln scolded Lola.

"Hey; who side are you on anyway?"

"Just the side with the most common sense."

"What's going on, you've been acting really weird lately Lincoln?" Lola started to suspect Lincoln

"Does it really matter?" Lincoln asked back.

"I guess not," Lola said back.

While wondering the house, Lincoln's ears caught an explosion, no doubt from a certain someone's science experiments gone wrong. He rushed upstairs to check it out only to confirm his suspicions. He found Lisa performing another dangerous experiment while Lily was in the crossfire. He rushed over and grabbed Lily from the crib.

"Lisa! Be careful with your experiments, someone could have gotten hurt!" Lincoln harshly reminded Lisa.

"My apologies elder brother, but I'm trying to get on another breakthrough, and I can't do that without performing one test after another."

"Didn't mom and dad ground you for blowing off the roof to the house?"

"Negative, I made them sign a personal contract that I will no longer be punished for the explosions in the house."

Lincoln shook his head and sigh, "You'd do anything preserve your science goals? It sounds pretty self-centered if you ask me."

"Well, I don't expect someone with a minimum IQ of bellow two-hundred to possibly understand," Lisa said nonchalantly, feeling a little insulted. "Normally I don't care for human emotions, but I sense an abnormal behavior coming from you, very different from how you normally act."

"Just watch it with your crazy experiments," Lincoln took Lily and left downstairs.

"Thank you for helping me change the oil to Vanzilla Lana, you are quite the handyman, or handy -girl." Lynn Sr. Compliment her daughter's work on the car.

"With me around dad, who needs to hire a mechanical?" Lana said.

Lincoln watch as he lamented as Lynn Sr and Lana enjoyed their time together outside. When it came to handy skills, Lana was an expert at her age. He knew that when it came to tough situations with the family van, she was someone to count on. Lincoln could already see the little grease monkey already successful at her age whether it is working or owning a business.

As he watched them bound with each other, Lincoln could not help but feel inferior, since there was barely enough things he had in common with his parents.

"Whoo-Hoo!" The sports fanatic cried out as she made it home as the front door kicked in front of Lincoln's face. Like always, she was proud of her sweet victory, therefore annoying Lincoln. "Get this dad, my team is going to the semi-finals."

"That's great sweetheart!" Lynn Sr gave his daughter a congratulations fist bump. "With your passion, I think you will go a long way on your future."

"Thanks pops, I sure will."

Lincoln tried his best to leave but was stopped by Lynn Jr. "I already heard you, Lynn, you won the big deal." He said still maintaining that same glumness from the other day.

Lynn nudged and held Lincoln close, "Hey it certainly is a big deal bro; your favorite sister is heading to the big leagues."

Lincoln shrugged off Lynn's hand, "Yeah good for you. The sports world must be at your fingertips."

Lynn Jr smile faded away, "Whoa, what the heck is with you Mr. Glum and Doom, you're usually more supportive of my achievements."

"Man, do you have off switch?" Lincoln complained.

"You're just jealous because you don't have what I have," she accused.

"Yeah sure Lynn," Lincoln said with sarcastic manner. "I'm sure most would be jealous of some bonehead who relies more on luck and less on skill."

"Hey what's your deal dude, you've been acting weird lately?"

"It's nothing, alright!" Lincoln angrily replied. "I'm going out for some air."

Lincoln stepped out of the house, maybe this was what he needed. He did not know why he blew up on Lynn or his sisters like that. With his hands in his pockets, Lincoln took a few steps at a time on the sidewalk. While on his stroll, he glanced at the street puddle and once again saw his future self. On one glance, Lincoln continued to walk away.

However, his future self-still followed.

"It's inedible you know, people are just going to look down on us." Future Lincoln said.

"We don't know that," Current Lincoln defended

"Wake up, this is a reality, just accept the fact that we will never catch up while the others have lives ahead of them." Future Lincoln said back. "Whether you like it are not, this is our destined fate, nothing but nothingness."

"Nothing but nothingness," Lincoln replied.

"Yes, just trash to be thrown out and disbursed."

A kid noticed Lincoln, rambling to himself, "Mom, who is he talking to, what a weirdo?"

"Shhhh! Stay away from him, sweetheart. He must be one of those special cases that live down the street." The mother advised pulling her child away.

While wondering around, he saw a family in celebration of their kid's accomplishments. They were on their way to Gus-Game-Grub for a celebration feast in his honor. By the look of the jerseys, it was clear that it was from a Basketball competition and they were the winners, lucky them.

He then saw another family as they glanced proudly at their kids as they got an award. From the couch, he received a Gold Medal of Honor for their hard work. Neither the parents nor friends could take their smiles off their faces, lifting their child in the over their heads.

"Look at them, they have all the talent, and yet look at you or better yet look at us," Future Lincoln glanced with current Lincoln.

"You don't have to rub it in, you know!" Lincoln voice boomed as it nearly caught the attention of the family. Feeling caught and embarrassed, Lincoln quickly disappeared from the scene.

No matter how far he ran, future Lincoln continued to follow. It haunted him like a ghost.

"You know it's unavoidable since you are the only one in your family who has no unique talent to distinguish yourself," Future Lincoln reminded him.

"Leave me alone," Lincoln said back.

"Come now, you know it's true. I mean what did you ever worthwhile, aside from your failed attempt to win an actual trophy, just a pity one." He pestered the boy. "Oh then again, I'm sure there are plenty of contests of reading comics in your underwear."

Now he was just mocking him.

"I said leave me alone!" Lincoln swung his hand, only to hit someone accidentally.

Lincoln got away from the crowd of excitement; he sat at the lake staring at the clear blue water. There, he began tossing rocks into the pound. Along with his boredom, he saw a duck family. Few of them followed the mother duck, while one of them was far behind, still learning to swim. Looking at the animals reminded him more and more on his current situation. He felt like he was dead last in a race.

Spotted a wildcat by the lake, he aimed his sight at the baby duck that was still far behind. Lincoln got another stone and tossed it at the cat. The hard object was enough to scare the stray animal away from the baby.

As payback, the wildcat turned his sights on Lincoln, scratching. It was a hair, but he managed to pry off the animal.

"Stupid cat!" Lincoln exclaimed, shaking off the pain from his hand.

As he saw his sister's through the reflection of the water, Lincoln slapped the water in anger. But through their bright smiling faces, Lincoln could see the real truth.

"I bet you're all laughing at me as you always have," He said, talking to the water reflection. "You would just love to see me fall would you?" Lincoln smashed the water again, splashing all over the place.

Realizing what he was doing and how soaked his pants were again, he calms down, "What is wrong with me?"

A/N: Looks like the sisters are starting to catch on Lincoln's odd behavior. Also, in case, you guys are wondering? No, Ronnie Anne is not moved in this story. And yes, she will be in the story along the way.