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Here are the ages in order from the oldest:

Lori-18 years

Leni-17 years

Luna-16 years

Luan-16 years

Lynn-15 years

Lucy-15 years

Lisa-14 years

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Lincoln-14 years

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*Same ages doesn't correspond to being twins; just a closeness in ages.

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"Thoughts"

CHAPTER 1

The Last Loud

"What?" Lincoln yells as he stares into the empty cereal box with disbelief. "My corn flakes?" He peeks insides the box with one eye. Nothing, not even the plastic bag, it's gone too. It was nearly half full yesterday.

"Hey Mincoln," came a muffle voice. Lincoln turns and spots Lynn on the dinner table. Her cheeks puffy as she chews with her mouth full. Milk drips down from her mouth and she wipes it with her sleeves.

"My cereal!" Lincoln spots the bowl in front of Lynn; his corn flakes soaked in milk. "Lynn, why are you eating my cereal?" He scowls at her. He knows he's not going to like her answer but he wants to hear it from her lips.

Lynn swallows and grins. She loves seeing him pissed. "Ehh….because I was hungry." She replies; her voice indifferent and dripping with sarcasm. She twirls a spoon in her hand.

"Then why didn't eat your own cereal? "Lincoln's eyes burgeon out wide and his hands clutches into fists, crumpling the hollow box he holds. He is livid, not by her answer but by her reaction. That grin and the glazed look in her eyes. Like she doesn't feel any remorse for eating his cereal. "HIS CEREAL!"

With seven picky sisters, everyone had their brand of cereal and in order to avoid any troubles, their parents got each sibling their OWN cereal. His was always Corn Flakes—sometimes French Toast Crunch—and she likes Rice Krispies. Two completely different brands; unmistakable and not easy to confuse. One is a blue box, the other is white.

"I couldn't find mine." She says with a shrug, brushing off his fury with ease. She returns to her breakfast, swallowing a full spoon of milk and partially soiled flakes.

She chews slowly and purposely, making sure he hears the crunching noise in her mouth. Her glaze lazy eyes bore straight into him, daring him into action.

Lincoln grits his teeth and feels his left eye twitching as he glares at her. He squeezes the cereal box even more, but she knows he can't (or won't) do anything and he knows as well.

"Hm, spineless." She taunts him with a smirk.

"Tsk." Lincoln looks away from her—unable stand her stupid smile—and turns to the fridge. He scans the cereal boxes on top of the fridge and doesn't find hers.

"Well do you remember where you put it cause there's no way someone took your cereal." That's right. No one liked her cereal. It has no taste. Chewing it makes weird annoying popping sounds and feels like eating little pebbles of rocks. Why she even took his doesn't make sense? She doesn't like his brand and mocks it as "old people's cereal."

Lincoln turns back to her when he hears nothing in reply. She's chewing with her eyes close and a warm smile, savoring his cereal it seems. Lincoln grits his teeth and begins to lose his patience.

She swallows with a gulp and stares at his irate figure with her lazy eyes. "If I knew where it was, then I wouldn't be having yours, right?" She points her spoon at the crumpled Corn Flakes box he holds.

"Lynn, I'm trying to help you find your cereal." He growls, twitching his fingers like he wants to strangle her. And it only widens her grin.

"Lynn's cereal?" came a voice from behind.

"AH!" Lincoln jumps, dropping the cereal box. Lynn only flinches but her eyes widens. "How does she do that?"

"Lucy!" Lincoln squeals in surprise at the goth teenager standing behind him.

"Hey Lincoln." She greets him, ignoring his frighten state. "Are you looking for Lynn's cereal?"

Her question calms his tense shoulders. "You know where it is?" A new hope rides on his face.

She nods. "It's in our room. The blue box right?"

A small smile forms on his face. "Yes, that one." Lincoln heads for the exit, brushing past Lucy. "Thanks Lucy."

"Where are you going?" Lynn asks, halting him in his strides. She leans more into her seating, crossing her arms over chest.

Lincoln turns back to her. "Where do you think? To your room. Isn't that where your cereal is?" He glances at Lucy just be sure he's not mistaken and she nods in return. Lincoln turns back to Lynn, who still has that stupid smirk plastered on her face. "I'm starving and your disgusting pebbles will have to suffice"

Lynn chuckles and slides her chair back to face him properly. "First off, DON'T. go into my room." She puts great emphasis on the don't. A veil threat he knows all too well from all his sisters.

"Actually it's our room." Lucy's monotone voice interjects.

"Second," Lynn ignores her and raises two fingers. "That disgusting pebbles is MY cereal."

"And you ate MY cereal." Lincoln jabs at the bowl in front.

"Yeah, because I couldn't find mine." Lynn feigns ignorance and shrugs her shoulders with arms wide.

"It was in your fucking room." Lincoln yells, causing Lucy to flinch. She never flinches. "Whoa, someone's pissed."

Lynn only chortles. "Yes, I guess it was and I didn't know that."

"Liar." Lucy knows Lynn is lying through her teeth, since she complained to her last night about her not bringing that cereal into their room. The crumps attract ants to their room, but Lynn whined about being hungry and the need for a midnight snack.

"You're lying." Lincoln says and Lucy keeps her thoughts to herself. "Who else would put your cereal in your room?"

"Eh. Don't know." Lynn shrugs and returns back to the bowl in front. "But don't go into my room." She adds before scooping a spoonful of flakes into her mouth.

Lincoln stands still, gnashing his teeth together. His left eye twitches again and he covers it with a hand to calm it down; to calm himself down.

He sighs. It is early in the morning and he doesn't want to make a scene. He waives a white flag.

"Okay Lynn, it's your room. So can you go and get your cereal so I can have some. I have nothing else to eat." The house was low on breakfast food and it won't be till later in the day that their parents would go shopping.

"Mope." Lynn's utters with her mouth full, spitting some out.

"No?" Lincoln says, feeling like he misheard what sounded like a no. Lynn ignores him and scoops another mouthful. Lincoln's eyes widen. "What do you mean no?" He blows up again. "YOU FUCKING ATE MY CEREAL and now you're saying no?"

Lisa limps into the dinner, covering her ears; her eyes barely awake. "Huh, Lincoln, stop trying to rupture our eardrums!"

"Lynn took my cereal, knowing full well hers was upstairs in her room and now she won't let me have hers."

"Well, it's her cereal." Lisa replies and yawns. She's too tired for this.

"She took MINE." Lincoln bellows again and Lisa winces. "Lincoln." She scolds him. "It's 6:30 in the morning, on a Saturday. People are still sleeping." Heck the whole neighborhood was probably asleep.

Lincoln frowns, but agrees with her. He glares at Lynn who seems to be enjoying this. "Bitch!"

Lisa notes his volatile reaction towards Lynn and decides to defuse the situation in her own way. By being blunt and not take sides.

"Technically speaking Lincoln, it wasn't your cereal." She gestures both hands in air quotes and Lincoln looks stun by her words. He expected her—at most—to not take her side.

"Yeah it was." He replies defensively.

"No it wasn't. Our parental units supplied those cereals with their monetary funds. So in actuality, they belong to them, so does everything else in this house." She adds.

Lincoln scrunches his face in loss. "Well, mom gave it to me."

"Yes, she assigned those cereals to each of us with the hopes of avoiding this." She gestures towards them; the current conflict ensuing. "But if a situation arises and one needs to feed themselves but lacks any cereal, they can always borrow some from another."

"Yeah." Lynn chums in. "So that means I can have some of yours, Lincoln." She swallows another mouthful.

Lincoln eyes her with great disdain but turns to Lisa. "Ok, that also means I can have some of Lynn's, right?" He asks.

"Yes that would be accurate." Lisa points out.

"You hear that Lynn. I can have some of yours." Lincoln gibes back at Lynn and smirks at her. Lynn looks on, ignoring him and doesn't retort; mostly because her mouth is still full.

Both Lucy and Lisa watch the standoff with interest. They know Lincoln is not going to win this against Lynn, but they want to see how it goes.

Lynn swallows with a gulp and turns to Lincoln. Her glazed, bored eyes meet his fierce ones. "You go into my room and you ain't coming out alive." She calmly states and goes back to the bowl.

Lincoln seethes in rage. His clench fists trembles by his sides, but he knows full well he can't take on Lynn. Despite being a few inches taller, Lynn was a wrestling champion. She would dislocate his shoulder if he tries anything and that shit hurts.

"Huh." He sighs with resignation and leaves.

"Yep." Lisa watches on as his slump figure leaves the dinner. "It was always bound to end like this." With a threat from Lynn being the final nail in their argument. Lincoln can be brave and fierce at times but deep down in his bones, he was a survivalist. Living to fight another day was what he knows best.

"Hm," Lisa nudges her glasses back up. "A fitting trait for the last loud of the family"

A/N:

I have a habit of starting stuff and not finishing. Not anymore. I will keep the updates coming even if I have to keep the words few. Stay tune.