With each new Clone High fanfiction, I strive to make each one better than the one that came before. This is my fourth attempt to try to create a story that's worth reading to the fandom. The first two were parts of a three part series that was a crossover with Phineas and Ferb and the third one was rough as rough can be.

So with this story, I hope to learn from past mistakes and grow as a writer. So please enjoy what I managed to come up with after the new season. Please.

Prologue

It was just another day at Clone High.

That was what Abe thought as he entered the school for what felt like the thousandth time. It didn't matter if it was the year 2002 or the year 2024.

With everything that's already happened, he really shouldn't be complaining about things. Sure, Gandhi has gone off to do his own thing, Joan is locking lips with JFK, and Cleo is doing whatever she needs to do to appease the Gen Z students for popularity.

He's alone now and maybe that's for the best. Friends come and go. That's just a fact of life. There's nothing he can do about it other than focus on himself.

What exactly about him that needs to be focused on? He has no idea. But he's almost certain that the answer will come to him in one way or another.

It's a new world he's facing and with it, will come a lot more opportunities that he couldn't have before everybody got frozen that night.

As he continued to walk to his first period class at Clone High. He found himself looking forward to it. Math was a subject that he'd like to get out of the way first. After that comes all the fun assignments.

Today however, isn't going to be a normal day for Abe Lincoln. Something out of the ordinary caught his attention.

That something came in the form of a small, black book just lying there in in the hallway. About half a dozen students, both millennial and gen z passed by it without giving it so much as a second look.

Without thinking, Abe reached downward and picked it up. The title seemed simple enough:

'Antiracism:

A simple term. A complex thought."

"It's a nonfiction book." Abe thought to himself. "I'm sure whoever lost this had to have noticed by now."

The guidance councelor's office is right around the corner. Which is right next to the lost and found bin. Abe isn't sure why, but stuff ends up missing at school all the time and the counselor gets himself involved almost every day.

He was about to make his way over there when a thought crossed his mind: It's a pretty interesting book tht he's in possession of. Surely it wouldn't hurt to flip through a few pages. It'd take only a few seconds. Then he can go ahead and turn it in to the bin and forget all about it.

It was a silly thought. Mainly because why would anybody feel the need to write a book on how to not be racist to begin with?

It's easy to not be racist. One of the easiest things in the world in his humble opinion. Because it requires an individual to NOT act in a way or think in a certain kind of thought. And there's also relationships with others to worry about. Racism is like a poison and nobody would purposely want to get sick with it.

Pushing those thoughts to the side, he proceeded to do what he had been tempted to do earlier: skim through a few pages.

He expected to not actually read anything. What he didn't expect were words 'jumping' out at him. For lack of a better term.

The author looks like he's speaking a lot about his personal experience with racism. From what he can piece together, the first half of the book focuses on the 20th century, and the second half focuses on recent history. The years that he and his entire class had been unfortunate enough to be shut out of.

This may be the Abraham Lincoln in his mind speaking, but after having peeked into the book, he is far from satisfied. But that's just it, isn't it? He's not a very smart guy and he knows it. The original Abraham Lincoln spent his youth reading books, chopping wood, and getting into fights. He ended up becoming exactly what the country needed him to be in order to establish its place in the world. Abolish slavery and support further progress in whatever form it may take.

He's living in a more enlightened time. Twenty-four years into the new millennium. But he couldn't help but feel like there's something else tugging at him. There's still so much more he has to learn if he ever wants to live up to his clonefather.

And he can start by investing himself into the book he stumbled across. It must be fate.

And so Abe had made his decision. He's going to keep it to himself at least for now. It's too bad the person who lost this book won't be able to read it now. At least he can have a little comfort in knowing that it's now in good hands.

He does need to have a good apology ready. In case he ever does cross paths with its rightful owner.