User blog comment:MaverickGuy720/What Would You do If you saw Lincoln in the Streets?/@comment-31563773-20170708191610

Well, my idea would go something like this:

I'm walking down the street, listening to songs through my phone's music app. Normally, I'd be at home playing on the computer, but since it's so nice out, I needed to get out the house. Plus, my parents told me to go do some exercise. Death by Demon Hunter is blasting on the headphones, me singing along to the lyrics. Occasionally I look around to keep an eye out for cars. Royal Woods may be a nice community, but that doesn't mean you won't have idiot drivers.

As I come down Franklin Ave, I notice a 1970s family van drive past me. Inside were several girls along with who I assume are their parents, as they look to be in their 40s. Not really caring, I continue my walk. But a few minutes later, I notice a boy, elementary grade, kicking acorns out of his orange PJs. One thing that really stood out was the white hair on his dome. Normally, I wouldn't question why someone would be out in their jammies, as I do this occasionally when getting the mail. But the fact he had acorns on him made me think he might have had a pet squirrel, so I just HAD to ask something.

"Ugh! Stupid squirrel!" The boy said, kicking the rest of the tree seeds out of his pants.

"I'm guessing your pet thought you were a storage bin?" I asked.

The boy turned to the stranger with a weird look. "No. I don't have a pet squirrel. One just put nuts in my pants while I slept last."

"Ah, so you camped in the backyard?"

"Not exactly...I got locked out the house."

I give a questionable look and take my headphones off so I can hear clearly. "You got what now?"

"I got locked out the house last night..."

"Was anyone home?"

"Yeah, my entire family...but they wouldn't let me back in because of Lynn and her dumb superstitions..." The boy grumbled.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

The boy sighed. "Well...you wouldn't believe me if I told you..."

I just shrug. "Not like I've seen anything crazy before. Look whose the president now."

So the boy spends the next few minutes telling me how he faked having bad luck. He said he did it to get out of having to spend time with his sisters every day of the week, but it got out of control to the point he ended up locked outside. So I'm sitting here, giving a digusted and weirded out look as I can't believe I'm hearing this crazy in my ears. The boy even said he told his family the truth, but they still didn't believe him.

"Ok so let me get this straight. You faked having bad luck because you're always being dragged to events by your 10 sisters, and when one blamed you for a loss you had no control over, you saw that as your ticket to freedom?" The boy nodded.

"Then, you enjoyed it, but noticed your family was slowly alienating you until this point? And when you told the truth, they actually thought you were lying?"

"Yeah...I brought that on myself..."

"Ok, yeah. You shouldn't have lied to your family, but that don't mean that got the right to kick you out like your the family's dog."

"Funny you say that, cause I do have a dog, and a cat, bird, and hamster."

"Right...well...I don't know how to help you, but you're family needs to get the sense knocked into them."

"Well, I do have one idea. I was gonna go disguised as the Squirrel's mascot (that's my sister's team), and prove to them that I'm not bad luck."

"Or, you could just hide out of sight and and watch the game...normally I don't care for baseball, but I can't let you sit out here doin' nothing. ANyone else know?"

"No, just my family."

"Welp, come on kid. Well, actually what's yer name?"

"Lincoln. Yours?"

"(inset real name here). Now come on, we're goin back to my place and catchin' that game."