Diary Of Lincoln Loud (A Loud House Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Author's note: Hey guys, it's good to be back, first off I am soooo sorry that I haven't published any stories in a while. Second, I am sooooook sorry I deleted my Wrath of Lincoln story, I got writer's block the book didn't make sense anymore so I had to delete it. Third, I am sooo sorry I didn't do the requests, again, writer's block. So now I am back with a new Lincoln story, but this is rather different, I am just gonna be writing mostly diary entries of Lincoln as it is much easier for me, because I just suck at writing stories and mediocre at best, but I still enjoy writing it and the feedback was so awesome. Plus, it's like writing a diary too. I am a avid diary writer. Anyway, enjoy. Ps. There may contain some swearing so beware.

Lincoln's diary

November 12

6:30 pm

Dear Diary:

Hi, Diary. My name is Lincoln Loud, the sole son in the Loud House. Being the only son and brother can be pretty challenging. It can be pretty annoying too. Especially if your sisters are CONSTANTLY on your neck, always in your business, but god forbid when YOU get in THEIR'S they act like you are the most sinful person on earth.

Don't worry, I have no problem calling you diary, because who cares? It's a word, it's not for girls, anyone can call it diary. This toxic masculinity is very tiring to be completely honest.

So anyway, Clyde suggested me to write in a diary. But why not, right? Mom has been convincing me a lot to write one anyway.

So earlier after school I went to the Royal Woods Mall and went to their nearest stationery store and I got this orange A5 hard cover thick paged notebook, that's you, Diary. The price is not bad either, 180 pages, I would have buy those Moleskine brands, but they'r awfully pricey for me, plus only the most serious and dedicated journal writers, artists, proessors and office workers should use them.

So when I got home I showed it to Mom and she seemd excited too. She said that almost the whole family is writing them. Well, most of the girls anyway. She told me I should show it to my sisters but I told her no.

Hell no, because they WOULDN'T understand. They will make fun of me for it. And besides they make fun of everything I do anyway, but when THEY do the same thing, it's a good thing, they'll support each other.

Hey, what the hell, it's my diary and I can pretty much say anything without being judged. They don't have to know and shouldn't too. I mean deep down I love my sisters and all but sometimes with them always around, it's a TOXIC environment.

Anyway, Diary, I better go now. Mom's calling me for dinner. I'll write you again later.

Lincoln Loud out.