It was a bright and sunny mourning for Lucas Proud as the leafs swayed in the soothing spring breeze. Lucas got up out of his bed and got dressed and ready for a big day. He goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his blonde, cow-licked, hair. Then dawns on his usual wears, a striped blue and white v-neck shirt, tan pants, blue converse shoes, and a pair of shades he wears every day and night as irony. Irony, ironic things, and being cool is kinda his thing...being cool and all.
It was moving day for the Proud Family so everyone is packing up to move to the next town over, which would take them two hours since they're currently moving away from a big city, because the neighborhood is nicer and cheaper, not to mention a good place for the kids to grow up. As Lucas put all his belongings in the box he thinks about all the great times he had here. Looking back at the box there is: his spare sunglasses, spare skateboard, and a few instruments he plays; There is no way any of these items will break. After he finished packing his belongings Lucas went to see his mom, Nara Proud, in the kitchen packing up all the can food.
Lucas: "Hey mom where's the honey? I need to get my snack on with some of that sweet stuff nectar yo!" He says with a stoic face bouncing, hands out for his sweet honey bear...that give honey.
Nara: "Yeah, here you go hun but you really shouldn't eat that honey by itself, can't you make something of it instead?" She suggested as she hands the honey bottle to her oldest son.
Lucas: " I would but I just want the honey and no other, it's my candy." He explained as he grabs his honey bottle out of his mom's hand and leaves the kitchen but stops and looks around for a bit.
"Y'know...it would have been cool if pops could say goodbye to this place too." He says thinking of more memories, these were more nostalgic rather than happy as he walked out the kitchen and headed upstairs into his sister's room, leaving his mom to think.
Lucas: " Yo what's up sisters how's your packing going along?" He says, leaning on the doorway with his mouth covered in honey.
London: "Oh!? Hello there big brother. The packing is going swimmingly we should be done in a half hour." London replies looking at the luggage in the corner of her bed as Larane pushes a big heavy box along by their view.
Larane: "Just as long as you touch nothing with those stick nasty fingers of yours then we're going to have a real fun time cleaning our stuff for the next three hours and we haven't even...(puush)...broke mourning...(c'mon stupid box puuush) yet!...I mean time...It's 9:34am gosh!"
Larane says in frustration while pushing the big heavy box across the room to join the box pile filled with their belongings. Seeming to be extra feisty today even more than usual.
(((Takes a remote and PAUSES the story from continuing: Yo audience it's your boy Lucas here, Yes I just stopped this story and broke the fourth wall which I will continue to do so throughout the story. Now I'm no Deadpool but I will do this at times to explain things to you my homies so you don't be scratching them heads of yours. Also sorry for my Lingo of words that's how I talk thanks to somebody but let's not break break the 8th wall okay? Alright!
You may be wondering who am I talking to, well it's quite obvious my sisters of course, duh! Now I'm not going to get to detailed here that is yet to come brohams but I these two, London and Larane, are my "baby" sisters they're 8yrs of age and are the youngest in the family.
Larane is the moody one, she has anger issues and it's a mental disability because we have no idea WHY she's angry and she doesn't either! Doctors call it IED, look it up. To cope with this she always wears super comfortable clothes and carries a belt satchel that has her own therapeutic values that stop her from these outbursts; Other than bad temper she loves baking , sports that involve fighting, and spa days or herbal baths.
Next is London, I feel like the name speaks for itself don't you bro!?...no? Well okay, she's the nice sister of the family. She's very sympathetic to us and those around her. I enjoy the fake smile she makes when everything hits the fan, I know d*** well she knows when the situation SUCKS. Her vocabulary is a little too much for an eight year old if you ask me too. I think I might be giving you the wrong impression I have on her. I LOVE my sister but sometimes I think of her as...as some kinda double-edge sword. Like she's hiding a whole different person in her just like the bangs that cover one of her eyes. She has a slight british accent too if you listen carefully but maybe that's just me (meh strug). Now I wouldn't say she's a bookworm but she enjoys a good novel and she has a knack for tea as well as exploring and knows a bit about fashion, I think she gets it from mom.
Now what you don't know is they're twins but not the one from those scary movies, y'know the ones that are standing at the end of the hall trying to take your f****** hand and greet you to their f****** daddy Satan! I'm talking about fraternal twins, they look nothing alike but they're both the same age. But all because they're different from each other doesn't mean they don't have that really weird twin powers, freaky right? I KNOW BRO! LMAO! :UNPAUSES story we may now continue where we left off)))
...Larane says in frustration while pushing the big heavy box across the room to join the box pile filled with their belongings. Seeming to be extra feisty today even more than usual...
Lucas: "As moody as you'll ever be I see Larane, okay gotcha!" With a snap of his fingers he asked
"Do you guys need need some help I'm offering my services for a limited time only free of charge (hehe). I finished packing all my stuff only took me like, what, an hour past 7pm"
As Lucas suggestion ends Larane gives him a mean glare and walks up to Lucas and shouts
Larane: "WE'RE OLD ENOUGH TO DO THIS OURSELVES WE NOT NEED YOUR HELP LUCAS!"
Lucas looks at London who was just smiling, holding her hands together shaking her head as if to tell Lucas not to say nothing else.
Lucas: "Don't need little sis, the correct grammar is don't need, saying not need makes you kinda sound like a- oh no-"
Larane's face turns crimson red as steam starts to come out her ears Lucas stutters
Lucas: "Hey...c-c'mon sis...why are you so angry did somebody take your OJ again? I swear it wasn't me yo!"
Later Lucas is thrown out of the twins room and is seen collapsed on the floor with his but up in the air with a broken pair of shades.
Lucas: "Sweet mirthful whyyy? Mighty uncool". He then looks up to see the 3rd eldest child, Loki Proud, beckon over him holding a pair of replacement shades banging her head back and forth swaying to the beats of the music in her headphones.
Loki: "Here you go bro the moment I seen you enter the twin's room I knew you would need a new pair of shades. a cool guy such as yourself needs to always has to have his spares." As Lucas gets up and replaces his shades with a new pair that Loki gives him she starts to walk off downstairs.
Loki: "Also don't bother asking I already have my crap packed" she says as she descends down stairs.
Lucas: "Language young lady I will wash your mouth with some soap if you don't chill with that lingo!" he says loud enough so Loki can hear his brotherly discipline then sighs tiredly. It hasn't even become 10pm yet.
(((PAUSES TIMEFRAME AGAIN: Eyup back again everyone with another information bomb on your noggin! That was my 3rd sibling you all just met named Loki, the coolest SISTER in the Proud Family. Unlike her sisters she takes freaking notes on how to be cool like her bro up in here. Although she's kinda anti-social, which hurts her coolness level. I think she'll grow out of it one day but for now I'm pretty happy that she enjoys being cool in her own unique style.
And well yeah….I think that's everybody…..oh wait there's still…..her. Follow me, let's get this particular part done and done.
:UNPAUSES TIMEFRAME)))
Lucas approaches the end of upstairs hall and enters what he
would call The Forbidden Room of Extreme Ignorance. The room that belongs to the oldest sister, below him, Laurette the "Rich snob queen, queen of the snobbery". He enters the room unnoticed and leans against the door.
Lucas: "Knock knock, heeeey sis how's it hangin? Are you almost finished packing?" He questions but knows very well she didn't do a darn thing.
Laurette: "Of course I haven't I was waiting on you all morning and I shouldn't have to. I am your top priority. I should've been ready to go the moment you woke up but surprise my stuff is still here and not in boxes. Thanks Lucas you're a real gentleman! Hmpf!" Laurette b***** at Lucas while he ponders on his life choices since this morning and how it went from 0-100 too freaking quick.
(((PAUSE TIMEFRAME: I'm sorry guys I don't have the stomach for her attitude right now. I thought I could do this with you guys but it's too much to bare skip scene abort ABORT FAST FORWARD!
:UNPAUSE TIMEFRAME)))
Lucas stumbles out of Laurette's room arms tired and knees
shaking. How can an 11yrs old own so much clothing, hair products, makeup, and things a boy never even heard of? It makes skipping an entire part of that scene of the story worth while while Lucas still had to go through it on real time but don't worry none of it is important just more character development.
This is going to be a long freaking day, like paper left out in the sun for a really long time and it starts to tan up will be like my brain if I don't get some fresh air soon.
As Lucas slides down the stair railing and sticks the landing then precedes into the kitchen where Loki was help mom pack the foods that won't spoil….
That's it for now you guys don't forget to leave a review/feedback, this will run for quite sometime and your replies will surely motivate me to write chapters quicker. C'ya
