R&R. I own nothing but my OCs. And this story actually takes place five years into the future, so...yeah.

It was a cold fall day in Royal Woods. The soft breeze blowing the dying leaves across the sidewalk in a whirlwind before dispensing them in the streets, or on someone else's yard. But for Lynn Loud, the cold fall air, beautiful changing leaves, and soft winds just looked more dreary to her than in years past. The season she once loved because of all the sports she could play at school, was now one of her least favorites. Even the idea of all her sports didn't seem to cheer her up.

"Lynn," her teacher said, holding the phone in his hand. "Your parents are here to pick you up."

Getting up from her desk without a word, Lynn walked out of the classroom, and into the hallway to get her stuff out of her locker. Half expecting to see her older sister Luan doing the same. But then she remembered it was just her; because Lucy had yet to get into high school, and Luan graduated the year before. And she didn't see Lincoln anywhere, because if he were there, she wouldn't be needing to see a licensed therapist like the guidance counselor recommended.

"It's for your own good, dear." Rita's voice rang in her ears as she slammed her locker door shut, and walked down the stairs to the first floor of the building. "We want our old Lynn back."

Walking out the front door of the school, Lynn saw the minivan parked at the curb, and climbed in. Not bothering to greet either one of her parents as Lynn Sr. drove the van to the therapist's office. Dropping her off out front since she was eighteen, and had to start doing things herself.

"We'll be back in a little while to pick you up," Rita said. "Please try to talk to the doctor. Okay?"

Letting out an annoyed 'tsk', Lynn climbed out of the van and went into the therapist's office. Walking up to the reception desk, and waiting for the lady sitting behind it to look at her.

"Name?" the woman asked, not even bothering to look up at Lynn as she pushed her red rimmed glasses further up the bridge of her wrinkled nose. Her silvery grey hair pulled up into a tight bun, slicked back with tons of hair gel. And her face holding a stone cold expression.

"Uh...Lynn Loud II," she said. "I'm here to speak with Dr. Wilson."

"Take a seat," she said, pointing to the chairs that were lined up alongside the wall. "The doctor will be with you in a moment."

Walking over to the chairs, Lynn sat down, and waited for the better part of an hour before the doctor; an African American man with short cropped hair, and brown eyes wearing a powder blue collared shirt and tan pants with brown shoes; came walking out of his office.

"Lynn Loud?" he called.

"Right here," she said, getting up from her chair and following him into his office: a small, peaceful looking room with grey walls, and a matching carpet. Blinds, and a black leather couch sitting directly across from his desk.

"Please, sit down," he said, coaxing her to sit down on the couch while he sat down at his desk. "Tell me about yourself, I heard from my receptionist that you have nine other sisters."

"Yeah," she said. "Four older ones, and five younger ones. My youngest sister, Lily, just started kindergarten."

"That's great," he said. "But what about your brother, Lincoln? I noticed you didn't bring him up when I mentioned your sisters."

Great, the one thing she didn't want to discuss, and the doctor caught on to what she was doing; trying to change the subject from her brother to her sisters, in hopes of not having to talk about Lincoln.

"Lincoln..." she hesitated. "Lincoln passed away a few years ago. My family doesn't really talk about him a lot. Mainly because Lily doesn't know who we're talking about, she was a baby when he passed."

"And I can see that his death has affected you as well," Dr. Wilson said. "Were you close with him?"

"About as close as a competitive sister, and dorky brother could get," she said. "We had our blows, but we still loved each other at the end of the day."

"What about the rest of your family?" Dr. Wilson asked. "Were they close with him at all?"

"Not at the end," she said. "But his death completely destroyed my parents. He was the only boy in a house of girls aside from my dad, and after he died, I swear I could have heard them threaten each other with divorce a few times."

"Why don't you tell me what happened to him," he said. "That is what you're here for? Is it not?"

"It was stupid," she said, looking down at her lap. "I lost a game that he attended, and I said he was bad luck after that; I convinced everyone that he was bad luck, and he ended up going along with it. Because with ten sisters constantly walking in on him, he just wanted some alone time. But things got so bad, we threw him out of the house. And when he tried to convince us that he wasn't bad luck, we told him to leave because we were going to my team's playoffs, and we didn't want him there. But it didn't matter anyway..."

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