I drove into Michigan. I moved into my new home in Royal Woods, 1200 Franklin Avenue.

I was loading my boxes from my car into my house and then I heard a lot of crashes from a nearby house down the street. I put down one of my boxes and went down the street to 1213 Franklin Avenue. It was a two-story white house.

I went to the house and was about to knock on the door when it bursts open. A young boy with albino hair named Lincoln opened the door.

Lincoln: Hey! What's your name?

Me: I'm Brierre, but my friends call me anything, I really don't mind though.

While I was talking to Lincoln, an explosion happens behind the house.

Me: (concerned) Is that normal?

Lincoln laughs and pats my back.

Lincoln: In this house it is.

I got tired of the disorderly atmosphere and I was going to leave, then Lincoln called me.

Lincoln: Want to meet my siblings?

I turned around, confused.

Me: I guess. How many?

Lincoln: Thirteen.

I was shocked.

Me: Really? That is true?

Lincoln: Yep, and I'm used to that reaction. Come on in!

Lincoln walked back into his house and I reluctantly followed, it was a big house with a chaotic scene unfolding. There was glitter, acidic holes, sports balls, everywhere, and this was just their living room.

Lincoln: Like it?

Me: No, not really. I'm actually really germophobic.

Lincoln: Oh no! How about I take you upstairs to meet my siblings?

Me: How about we go meet your parents first?

Lincoln: Good idea!

Lincoln and I went to the kitchen where we met Rita and Lynn Sr. Lynn was cooking something on a pan on top of a electric stove. Rita was writing a book for the local gazette.

Lincoln walks towards his parents, his eyes beaming with joy.

Lincoln: Mom, Dad. Here's my new friend, Brierre. He's from Nebraska and recently moved close to our house.

I waved a little and gave a nervous smile. Rita and Lynn stopped what they were doing to greet me.

Rita: Hello, Brierre. How was your drive?

Me: Long and tiring. I wanted to move here with my mom since there's good colleges here.

Lynn look at me and gave me a handshake.

Lynn: Well, you made a good choice. How old are you anyway?

Me: I turned sixteen recently, I also got my own car and my parents let me live independently.

The Louds look amazed when I said that.

Lincoln: He really is something, isn't he? Do you think my siblings would want to meet him?

Rita gave a quick nod, understanding where this is going.

Rita: Of course, don't keep him here too long, okay?

Lincoln nods and brings me upstairs where all his siblings are.

We reach the second floor and I take in what's going on around me, multiple rooms and a messy hallway.

Lincoln looks at me and says something shocking.

Lincoln: All my siblings are girls, except Lalo.

Me: Who's Lalo?

Lincoln: He's our tech savvy, he knows a lot about computers at a young age, isn't that cool?

Me: Yeah! When can I meet him?

Lincoln: Right now! He is more introverted, compared to all my sisters.

Lincoln and I go down the long hallway to Lalo and Lula's room. I noticed the two names on the door and asked.

Me: Who's Lula?

Lincoln: She's what we call a Van Gogh. She is very good with arts.

Me: Is she here?

Lincoln: No, Lale took her to the mall. I'll tell you when she comes back. For now, let's check on Lalo.

We open the door and we see Lalo fixing Lara's phone.

Lincoln: Lalo, meet my friend, Brierre. He's new to Michigan.

Lalo talks to me without looking away from the gadget.

Lalo: Hello, Brierre.

He went back to fixing her phone, he turns it on and it works.

Lincoln: Great job, Lalo!

Me: Nice work, how old are you anyways?

Lalo: I'm nothing more than eight.

Me: Eight? Wow!

Lincoln: I know, it's amazing!

Lalo: Can you two leave me alone now?

We look back at him and say.

Both: Sure!

We leave Lalo and Lula's room, closing it on our way out.

Me: He seems smart.

Lincoln: Yeah, he's really technological.

Me: Are any of your sisters here?

Lincoln: Only two of them.

We walk to the other end of the hallway and we open Lily and Lisa's room.

Lincoln: (whispering) There's Lily and Lisa. They are four and five.

Me: Cool!

My exclamation startled Lily and she started to cry, I get her blankie and she starts to quiet down.

Lincoln: Wow, you are good with kids.

Me: I did a lot of babysitting.

While Lincoln was congratulating me, we spotted a fire from the other side of the room. Lisa accidentally mixed the wrong chemicals again.

Lisa: Drat! This concoction will never excel if this continues to occur.

Lincoln helps stop the fire from spreading and tries to comfort Lisa.

Lincoln: It will be okay, you are the smart one after all.

Lisa smiles and he comes back to me.

Lincoln: I think my other sisters will come now. Let's go downstairs!

Me: Sure.