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- Issue #02 -

Day in the Life a Loud

Several months earlier...

Royal Woods High School. 3:01 P.M.

Tuesday.

Lincoln Loud was not exactly having the best of luck in his life today, and not like the kinds that would involve stepping on a crack or walking underneath a folding ladder or letting a black cat cross his path, if one were to actually believe in such nonsense as those things. No, it was nothing like those things at all. Pretty much the kind of bad luck that was being referred to here would be in relation to having to go through the tumultuous nightmare that was high school.

Before that, however, was just as bad. First, there was oversleeping, and then being forced to take a shower in less than two minutes, and then having to rush outside the front door and miss breakfast altogether, chasing after the passing school bus, and having forgotten to take an exam for last week's English class, which he was sure that he was going to get an F for.

And of course, there was the usual high school routine of having to spend almost the rest of that morning in-between classes being shoved inside his own locker by a bully or two, or getting pranked and picked on by Chandler McCann, his arch-rival since elementary. It would not surprise Lincoln at all if McCann got into this school just so he could torment the Loud boy even further. And not to mention being slammed in the face with somebody's half-eaten paper plate of ketchup and fries, such as what had happened to him recently at around lunch time. Lincoln groaned under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose.

He just wanted the rest of the day to be over already, so that he could just go back home, and flop down on the soft mattress of his own bed, face first. Why did the world take such sick enjoyment of making him miserable all the time? It was already hard enough for him having to grow up under one roof being the middle child of eleven siblings, with the added addition of their mother and father. Lincoln made the mistake in erroneously thinking that everything would have gotten easy for him when he became a little older.

But nope, things were almost pretty much the same, with barely any kind of difference at all. Four years older, same old problems. Things, however, became a bit more complicated when he had finally hit puberty, which was an all-new kind of ballgame, which had done very little in changing his already somewhat nasally sounding voice. He was so deep in his own thoughts that he did not even notice a paper airplane fly around in the air and softly hit him in the right side of his white-haired head.

"I would soon rather be at home right now watching Rip Hardcore or reading Ace Savvy comics than go through another grueling round of dodgeball again at gym class." he mumbled almost aloud as he walked down passed the other surrounding students through the school's second floor east hallway. His lanky arms hung down from his exhausted shoulders. Yep. Today was just not his day at all.

"What was that Lincoln?" a familiar voice asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts. Lincoln glanced aside to his left and noticed a teenage African American boy around the same age as him, wearing large, rounded glasses and a short-sleeved, blue and yellow striped t-shirt. This young man was none other than Clyde McBride, Lincoln's childhood best friend and "partner-in-crime", to say the least. Lincoln blinked a few times before registering what Clyde had just asked him.

He was so much in his own thoughts that he had forgotten Clyde was still walking closely next to him.

"Oh, it's nothing, Clyde," the Loud teen said to his friend. Clyde seemed to have a set of very keen eyes, and it wasn't only because of his glasses, for he had noticed that something actually was bothering his old pal.

"I don't know, dude," he deterred. "The very obviously miserable look on your face says differently." At this, Lincoln exhaled in defeat, his scrawny shoulders slumping.

"I just don't understand it, Clyde," he admitted. "I thought that things would have become a lot easier when we got a bit older. You, me, and all of our other friends. But no, everything feels exactly the same. Like nothing has changed at all. Not even a little bit." Clyde gave his friend a sympathetic look.

"I know how that feels, man," he said to his friend, patting him on the shoulder. "But don't let it get to you, okay? Things will turn out better in the future, I promise. You just gotta give it some time and find the right moment." Lincoln shot his childhood friend a deadpanned look.

"Easier said than done, Clyde," he gently argued before readjusting his ketchup-stained orange hoodie. Clyde grimaced a little bit from hearing that. Lincoln let out another tired sigh as the duo further walked amongst half of the entire student body in the east hallway.

"You know, it's already bad enough that it feels like not a whole lot has changed in the last four years," Lincoln vented to his best friend. "I still have yet to figure out what my own special talents are, other than just being the glue that keeps my family from falling apart and all, and my sisters have long already found their talents and figured out what their own futures will be."

"I mean, sure I can maybe draw up a comic and become a comic book artist," Lincoln continued on, "but anybody in the world with a pencil and a clear sheet of paper can do that. Heck, even you already know what your good at, Clyde. You have an amazing talent for baking, and for all I know, you could grow up and eventually become the next Betty Crocker."

Clyde felt very flattered from that comment. Sure, he was a pretty good baker, but he felt like he was nowhere near as good as the legendary pastry-makers from across the world. But then again, only time would be able to talk about that. Eventually, the pair had finally made it to their own respective lockers.

Lincoln opened his—the one that had the words "LoSeR!" crudely written on the front in red, Chandler's handiwork no doubt—and pulled out two of his textbooks while Clyde opened his own locker and grabbed for three of his textbooks.

"I don't know what else to say, Lincoln," Clyde said. "Guess all I can say is that in time, you will find that opportune moment and get what you're looking for. Just don't wait too long, or it will slip right through your fingers, and you will miss it for good. You just gotta keep your eyes peeled for that window." The Loud boy smiled at his best friend.

"Thanks, Clyde," he said with an appreciative smile. "You always know what to say to cheer me up." Clyde smiled back.

"Glad I can be of help in some way, buddy," he answered. Suddenly, a random thought had occurred to him "Oh, wait. I just remembered something. Are you and Lynn still planning on going to the field trip tomorrow?"

"Sure thing," Lincoln confirmed, nodding his head. "Could you remind me what it's about again? I wasn't exactly paying attention to what Mr. Glendoveer said at the time."

"Well, our science class is going on a little field trip over to Royal Woods University's Laboratory of Genetics," Clyde explained to his best friend. "They are showcasing something really cool that I think you might like."

"Yeah?" Lincoln inquired. "And what might that be?"

"Super spiders!" Clyde proclaimed dramatically, curling his fingers on both his hands to imitate the moving spindly legs of a spider. Lincoln quirked an eyebrow, having some trouble comprehending the two words his best friend had just told him.

"Super spiders?" he repeated Clyde's words. Now he was very curious. "And what, pray tell, is so super about them exactly?" Clyde's grin grew bigger.

"Two words, my man: Genetic alteration." the nerdy African American teen said. "Basically, what that means is thanks to the powers of science, they were able to take the DNA of other spiders and then bioengineer them to create a brand-new species of arachnids. Ones that nobody in the world has ever seen or known about before since the dawn of creation, until now that is." Lincoln looked at his best friend in bewilderment.

He could not believe what his own ears had just heard his best friend say. Everything Clyde told him; it was all starting to sound like something that came straight out of the pages of a science fiction. What would possibly be regarded as fantasy and fiction were now becoming real. Next thing you know, people might start making multi-plated armored suits that shoot laser beams from their hands or chest, or maybe build devices that would allow someone to shrink down to the size of an ant. The list of possibilities were endless.

"No kidding?" the Loud teen asked in astonishment. "They can actually do that?" Clyde confirmed this with a confidently inclined nod.

"Yep," he stated to Lincoln. "And they will all be on full display, tomorrow at noon." Lincoln rubbed his chin at the thought of the entire idea.

"You know, this all sounds like something both Lucy and Lisa might like;" he said to Clyde as the two of them made it down to the first floor and reached the school exit along with the other surrounding students that spread out into the open.

"Oh yeah, I think they most definitely would," Clyde concurred. "You know, you should probably take some pictures for them in case they might be interested."

"Good idea," Lincoln concurred. "And is everybody else going on the trip too?"

"Yeah, dude. Rusty, Liam, Zach, Stella, and Conner." Clyde's smile than turned into a frown. "And of course, even Chandler is coming as well." Lincoln groaned under his breath. Oh great, just what he was looking forward to seeing. Before the duo could continue on, a large weight was abruptly felt around their shoulders.

"Hey there, guys!" a teenage girl's boisterous voice was heard, loudly ringing next to Lincoln's left ear.

He glanced to the side and saw standing in-between Clyde and himself was Lincoln's seventeen-year-old sister, Lynn, fifth oldest and the lover-of-all-things-sports-related sister of the Loud family. And not to mention, the new leading captain of the Royal Woods Kangaroos soccer team. Her brown hair was tied into her signature pony's tail, a style that she had managed to attain in the last four years, and she was garbed in a red jersey shirt and matching red shorts and soccer shoes. Circling around her head was a red and white striped sweatband. Lincoln groaned under his breath.

"Hey, Lynn," he muttered monotonously. Lynn raised an eyebrow at her younger brother.

"Nice to see that you're in such high spirits, little bro!" she said with playful sarcasm, wrapping her strong arm around her brother's scrawny neck, practically choking him to near death. "Is Chandler giving you a hard time again? 'Cause if he is, you just say the word, and I'll ram my fist into his stomach 'til he gets a hernia!"

"No, no, it's not that," Lincoln said. "School has just been rough all day today." Lynn looked at her brother strangely.

"What are you talking about, bro?" she asked confusingly. "Today wasn't that bad." Lincoln mentally rolled his eyes at his sister. Easy for you to say. You don't have to deal with bullies who are pounding you to the floor for your lunch money almost every day. Lynn then turned her gaze over to Clyde.

"How are things going on with you, Clyde?" she asked. The nerdy African American teen shrugged his shoulders.

"Eh, can't complain," he stated. "I am excited for tomorrow though." At hearing this, Lynn immediately frowned when she heard him ask that.

"You mean the field trip?" she said with very little to no enthusiasm in her voice. Clyde caught this tone and looked at the sporty Loud girl with confusion.

"You're not excited to go?" he asked. Lynn shot him a deadpanned expression.

"Listen to the sound of my voice, McBride. I'm soooo thrilled." she groaned sarcastically. "What makes you guys think I want to go to a boring old lab and watch scientists poke around with bugs all day?"

"They're not just bugs, Lynn," the African American teen kindly tried to reason. "These are genetically enhanced spiders. And besides, spiders aren't bugs, they're arachnids." Lynn only rolled her eyes in response.

"And I care because...?" the sporty Loud girl asked.

"Well, they're a newly formed species, Lynn," Clyde informed further, "created from the DNA of other spiders."

"Pfft, I could care less if they created a bunch of mutant scorpions," Lynn brushed him off. "If you want to talk about science and creepy crawlies, go talk it up with Lisa and Lucy. They'll get way more out of it with you guys than I ever will."

"Lynn, you do realize that you just said you 'could' care less, right?" Lincoln asked his sister. "So that basically means you do care if they made mutant scorpions." Lynn glared at her younger brother, not a trace of humor found on her face.

"Don't push it, Stinkcoln," she grunted, tightening her arm muscles around his thin neck.

"A-Alright! You m-made your point!" Lincoln managed to choke out.

One would think that after four years, Lynn Loud Jr. would have stopped calling her younger brother that name by now at this point and time. Guess old habits die hard, one supposed. It was in this moment that a car's horn was immediately heard. The trio looked out ahead of them and saw Vanzilla parked right front in the school driveway. Sitting in the driver's seat was Lynn and Lincoln's eldest sister, twenty-one-year-old Lori Loud, along with the rest of their sisters; Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and Lily, the rest of which were sitting in the back passenger seats behind her.

With that, Lincoln and Lynn said their goodbyes to Clyde, and brother and sister hopped inside of the old van, Lynn sitting in the front passenger seat, and Lincoln sitting in the back next to Lily. Thankfully, since their other sisters, Leni, Luna, and Luan were in college now, this allowed the Loud siblings a bit more ample room within the confines of Vanzilla.

During the car ride back home, Lincoln had explained everything to his sisters about the field trip that his science class were going to partake at the Royal Woods University's Laboratory of Genetics, about the genetically enhanced spiders and what not. Some of them were quite intrigued by the notion, especially Lisa, Lucy, and Lana. Lola, on the other hand...

"Ugh, why in the world did they have to pick spiders?" the ten-year-old pageant queen complained, looking at herself in the little handheld mirror and adjusting her blonde hair. "Couldn't they have chosen ponies instead or something else that didn't have eight legs and a fat butt? Honestly, spiders are so disgusting."

"No, they're not, sis," Lana, Lola's twin sister and ten-year-old mechanic of the family, argued. "Spiders are cool. They can crawl up on walls, make giant webs, and capture all sorts of little critters."

"I agree with Lana," Lucy said in her signature depressing-sounding voice. "And according to ancient mythology, spiders were once regarded as symbols of good luck and protection." Good luck, eh? Now there was something Lincoln desperately wished that he could relate to.

"Ugh, you actually believe in that baloney?" Lola asked with a sneer. Lucy turned aside to face her little sister with a serious frown.

"Every single word of it," the twelve-year-old goth girl confirmed with no hesitation. "If I were given the chance to take home one of those super spiders, it would be my utmost pleasure. I could definitely use one to fight off any intruders attempting to break into our house."

"Ewww... Wiwy no wike spidews," the five-year-old Lily cringed, sticking her little tongue out disdainfully.

"Well, I do not know about the rest of you," Lisa said, adjusting her rounded glasses, "but I for one, would love to jump at the chance to study these arachnids' genetic coding. Based on what our dear male sibling has just informed us, I am very much intrigued to find out how was it they were able to create such fascinating specimens. I do not suppose that it would be too much of a bother for you, Lincoln, if you would be so kind enough to take some photographs of such creatures? So that I could be able to see them for myself?"

"Sure thing, Lis," Lincoln smiled. "I was kind of planning on doing so anyway. For you and Lucy."

"Well, I don't know about you guys," Lynn piped up from the front passenger seat, "but I am not looking forward to going at all." Lori Loud, who had been kind of quiet during the ride so far, looked at her younger sister for a moment before turning her gaze back onto the road.

"What, you don't like spiders either?" she asked. "Not that I blame you, of course."

"No, it's not that," Lynn said. "Just the whole idea sounds extremely boring. Like, hello! Why would I want to waste half the day looking at display cases filled with bugs when I could be spending time at home watching the next baseball game on T.V.?" Upon hearing such blasphemous words, Lisa looked out at her older sister with an offended expression.

"I will have you know, Lynn Loud Jr.," Lisa shot back, "that science is not, in any way, shape, or form, boring as you proclaim it to be! Science has done a lot to help benefit humankind, to help push the boundaries of our minds and lead us out from the horrors of the dark ages! And for the record, spiders are not bugs, they are arachnids!" Lynn turned her head and sneered at the eight-year-old genius. Sensing an impending argument that was about to take place, Lori quickly interjected.

"Now, now, guys! Calm down!" she ordered. "We can all talk more about this whole super spider business when we get home, okay? So, for now, let's all just try and relax and enjoy the car ride home quietly."

With that, Lisa and Lynn begrudgingly obeyed the commands of their oldest sister, as did the rest of the other siblings, and they all remained quiet throughout the rest of the car ride home from school. As everybody was busy tending to their own business, as Lincoln began playing with Lily as she sat in her car seat, the Loud boy had gone into his own thoughts.

It was here he started wonder about what it would be like to be a spider, of what it was like to actually do those things that Lisa mentioned. To be able to crawl around on almost any surface, to create long silky threads of webbing and capture insects that were more than fifty times the weight of his own body. But then, his mind veered off to another possible direction... What if they were able to create... a human-spider? Like, a living human being having the powers and attributes of a spider?

To have the abilities to crawl up walls and spin webs. Now that was quite a fascinating idea... or perhaps a terrible one. They would probably come out really ugly looking, extremely hairy, and grow four sets of arms. Sounded kind of ludicrous now that he thought about it once more. But then again, with these kinds of scientific discoveries, Lincoln could not help but wonder at the possibilities. With the tools and the powerful minds of these scientific geniuses, one could never know for sure.

And so, Lincoln continued on to wonder about these ideas, which made him all the more and more excited for the trip tomorrow, as Vanzilla continued to drive down the road, homeward bound. When the children had finally gotten home, Lori parking the van into the driveway and turning the engine off, they all climbed out of the vehicle and headed inside to their house. Lori, as she held Lily in her arms, opened the front door and were all welcomed by the strong smell of something delicious cooking coming from within the kitchen.

The smell of cooked beef wafted in the air, along with the scent of Mexican seasoning. It wasn't even close to being four o'clock yet, and their parents were already preparing to make dinner. They noticed their mother, Rita Loud, had just finished setting up the dinner table. Lynn Loud Sr., the family patriarch, emerged from the kitchen and out into the living room, with a mixing spoon and a large salad bowl filled with cooked and nicely seasoned ground meat.

"Hey there, fam," he said jovially. From there, he gleefully announced that they were having Mexican tonight. And boy were the Loud children very happy to hear that. They could definitely use a good meal right now after a hard day at school. The kids then said their hellos, gave their parents some hugs and kisses and told them that they had a good time today. And with that, the other kids went around the house to their own bedrooms to wind down. All except for Lincoln, however.

Lincoln, too exhausted to even climb up the stairs to his own bedroom, wasted no time in moving on over to the living room couch. He set his backpack down at the foot of the coffee table, and he flopped his entire body on the large sofa like a freshly cutdown tree, right on the soft and comfortable cushions. Lynn Sr. looked at this with a pondering expression, as did Rita.

The husband gave Loud matriarch the bowl of ground beef and to go on ahead and take it back in the kitchen. Sensing what he was going to do, Rita nodded and sweetly kissed her husband on the cheek. After the mother disappeared back into the kitchen, Lynn Sr. took this opportune moment and walked over to his fifteen-year-old son and he sat down the right arm of the sofa, just right above Lincoln's white-haired head.

"Hey there, bud," he said softly. "How was school? Did you have a good day?" Lincoln blinked a few times tiredly.

"It went about as much as you think, Dad." he groaned. His father smiled down at the teen empathetically.

"Didn't go so well, I take it?" he asked. Lincoln glanced his blue eyes up to look over at his father hovering just above him.

"I don't know, what does the ketchup stain on the sleeve of my hoodie tell you?" Lincoln answered almost sardonically.

From there, the male teen started to explain everything what had happened today. Chasing after the bus, being shoved into his own locker a couple of times between classes, Chandler McCann being a pain in the ever-living butt, like he always was. The family patriarch could not help but make a low snort.

"Yep, that's pretty much high school for ya," he simply stated to the teen. He then gently nudged him. "Come on, Linc. Why don't you let me help you up to your room? We can talk more privately up there if you'd like."

With that, Lynn Sr. helped his son up from the coach and both father and son marched on up the stairs and into the second-floor hallway, and they made it to Lincoln's bedroom. After reaching inside the bedroom, and then flopping down on the bed, Lincoln let out a wide yawn, and before he could be able to drift off to sleep, his father gently shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Alright, son," said Lynn Sr, placing a gentle hand on the teen's shoulder. "Why don't you tell your old man what's going on in your mind lately. What's really bugging you?" Lincoln made a low and exhausted sigh.

"Everything, Dad," the teen muttered. "Just everything. I've had almost nothing but bad luck these past few days. I remember saying to myself four years ago that things would be a lot different by then. But nope. Now that I'm fifteen, almost nothing has changed one bit. All my hopes and expectations, completely torn into shreds right in front of me." The Loud father took this all in and began to ponder within his own mind until he finally found his response.

"Well, did you honestly think things were gonna be that easy?" he began. "You should have known by now that life is not always so easy, sport."

"Biggest understatement of the year," Lincoln sighed irritably. "You know..., maybe I should stop trying and just give up already. I mean, why do I even bother anymore? I'm just a total failure, cursed with the sense of never-ending bad luck. I... I just don't think I can do it."

"Oh, come on, son," Lynn Sr. retorted gently. "Don't say things like that. Just because something doesn't go the way you want them to, it doesn't mean that you should throw in the towel." All Lincoln did in response was groan miserably after planting his face against his pillow. The father placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Do you remember what I told you four years ago?" he said to his only male heir. "During the fishing trip we all went to with Grandpa Leonard?" Lincoln turned his face over to look up at his dad, an indication that he was listening.

"Good or bad luck is nothing but the right or wrong mixture of opportunity, preparation, and confidence," Lynn Sr. explained. "Now I know for a fact that you are prepared to face those kinds of challenges in life because your mother and I raised and taught you with the same lessons and values that we had taught your older sisters with when they were young." Upon hearing that, Lincoln smiled up at his dad.

"I know those things because your Grandpa Leonard taught me the exact same thing when I was your age, when I myself was going through a tough time like you are now," the family patriarch continued on. "And don't you worry about a thing, son. Things will get better for you in the future. All it takes is a little bit of patience, with an added dose of perseverance. That I can promise you. I mean, who knows what fate might have instore for you."

And Lincoln knew from the bottom of his heart and soul that his father was absolutely correct. Maybe things will turn out for the better for him. He wasn't sure when, but he had a feeling that it was a lot close than he had realized. Maybe he could just wait a little bit longer to find that opportunity he was looking for. All he needed was the right level of confidence for it, along with all that patience and perseverance stuff.

"Thanks, Dad," Lincoln muttered, feeling his spirits being lifted. "I guess I just needed a good pep talk is all." Lynn Sr. smiled back at him.

"Anytime, buddy," he said to his son. And with that, the father got up from the edge of the bed and walked out to the bedroom door. "Why don't you take a short nap and think about it for a little while, okay? I'll let you know when dinner's on the table." Lincoln made a small nod at his father's words.

And Lynn Loud Sr. walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving Lincoln all to himself. Boy, Lincoln sure felt very lucky to have an awesome dad like him. A dad who knew almost exactly what to say. Not always, but he did his best to help his wife and children whenever they were in a funk. Lincoln turned to the side until he was now laying on his back, his skinny arms resting just above his head.

Truly, he could not imagine living in a world without his old man being there by his side and guiding him and his sisters on to the straight and narrow path.

And with that on his teenage mind, Lincoln took in a relaxing breath as he began to drift off into his own little dream world...