I watched from the bushes as they all piled into the van. They were laughing, cheering, wishing Lynn good luck. "Luck." A scowl covered my face as I held back my tears. Luck is why I'm out here. Bad luck to be precise. I heard a growl and remembered that I was starving. I couldn't go inside and get anything to eat. Yet. "Just wait, Lincoln," I thought, "They'll be gone soon."

I waited until Vanzilla was gone, then I ran to the porch. I looked under the welcome mat. The spare key was still there. Guess they forgot about it. "Just like me," I thought. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard my stomach growl again. I went in my home closed the door behind me. "But is it your home?" My mind asked as I walked to the kitchen and got as much food as I could.

Once I finished, I walked upstairs, but not before getting the tool box. I was tired, and if any my family saw me inside again, I would just go back where I started. I wanted to sleep in my own bed, but someone bolted my door shut, forcing me to sleep outside. After a few minutes, I finally managed to open, but I wished I didn't. My bed was gone, my dresser was gone, and all my clothes and other belongings were in large, see-through storage bins. My room looked like it was a closet again. Tears started to leak from my eyes.

I spotted Bun-Bun on top of one of the bins. I grabbed him, and finally let the floodgates open. As I sobbed, I hugged the stuffed bunny even harder; he was my only source of comfort. I cried for so long I lost track of the time. I looked back to when this all started, to how my family started to avoid me, to kicking me out. When I let everyone think that I was a Jinx, I expected them to avoid me, I expected them to exclude me, but I never expected them to fear me. To hate me. To abandon me.

I felt anger almost instantly. "They never loved me," my mind roared, I'm just some sort of tool to them. Those… monsters always used me, blamed me for everything, and whenever I try to help, they just say I make it worse. "I should disappear," I realized. But I can't run away. If i get caught I'll just end up back in this Slice of Hell. Then, a solution formed into my mind. A permanent solution. I marched backed down to the kitchen, dark thoughts clouding my mind."If they don't want me anymore," I thought as I pulled out a large steak knife, "then I'll make sure I'm gone, forever."

As I positioned the blade to my chest, I stopped as a new thought entered my head. "Am I really going to do this?" I thought to myself, "Can't I just talk to them?"

"No. I already tried that. Why would they believe me now?" I said as anger began to surface again. I closed my eyes and in less than a second, I felt something pierce my gut. I fell in pain, but I soon new it would be over. Blood began to seep out of my new wound, and I closed my eyes and waited for what would come next.

~~~~~~~~~~ITYLM~~~~~~~~~~

Lynn sighed dejectedly as Vanzilla drove back home. Today's game was a complete and utter failure. Not only did the other team win, but Lynn barely got any hits or made any outs. In the end, The Squirrels lost 0-19. "I don't get it," Lynn thought bitterly to herself, "He wasn't there, so why did I lose so badly?"

Rita looked back her daughter with nothing but sympathy in her eyes. "Don't look so down sweetie," she said, "You'll just have to try harder for the next game."

Her husband Nodded "And don't worry, we'll all support you so don't start feeling down just yet." Lynn Sr. spoke with unyielding enthusiasm. The other occupants of the van all voiced their agreement, and Lynn seemed to perk up a little. Still, the sports-loving girl had this nagging feeling in the back of her head, as if she forgot something.

"Eh, probably wasn't important anyway," Lynn thought. She sat back in her seat, only to notice her gothic sister looking out the car window, deep in thought. "Strange," Lynn thought, "she usually had her nose buried in her poetry book."

"You okay, Luce?" Lynn whispered. Lucy jumped a little, her thoughts coming to a halt over her newest conundrum. "Yes, I'm fine," the poet droned monotonously, "I'm just thinking about what the spirits told me last night."

Lynn thought about last night. Lucy did seem to have a grasp on the afterlife. Lynn found it all confusing and silly, but how else did the spooky girl know about Lori regifted Great-Grandma Harriet's broach?

"Alright I give," Lynn smiled "What did the spirits tell you?"

Lucy's prominent frown grew deeper as she remembered the words of the people before them. "They said to 'push our fear aside, or our family will change for the worse."

Lynn raised an eyebrow at the remark but decided to shrug it off. Spirits were Lucy's department. Sitting up, Lynn could see the familiar house come into view. As the van rolled up into the driveway, Lynn quickly gathered up her baseball equipment and rushed to the garage. After putting her gear away and closing up the door, Lynn joined her family who just as her father opened the door. Everyone soon waltzed in, ready to simply lie down until it was time for dinner. Sadly no one in the family was going to able to relax.

"OH, MY GOD! LINCOLN!"

Barely halfway up the stairs, Lynn stopped at the sound of her mother's scream. She, Lucy, Luna, and Lisa all looked at each other, and then quickly raced down the stairs to the kitchen, worry on their minds.

"What did he do this time?" Lynn thought to herself, wondering what her brother had done to make their mother so mad? Broken a plate? Set the sink on fire? Lynn's thought, however, were thrown out her mind once she reached the kitchen and laid eyes on her brother.

Lincoln was on the ground lying in a pool of his own blood, a Knife sticking out of his gut.

Everyone screamed, and Lynn was the loudest of them all.

I have to admit when I saw the summary for "No Such Luck". I was Looking forward to it. It seemed like an interesting scenario where Lincoln had to prove that he wasn't bad luck to his sisters. Then I saw the episode, and it made me hate everyone in that twisted family. What sane parents lock out a minor just because he's bad luck? What makes the scenario more twisted, is that in "Ties That Bind," Lincoln's parents claimed that they would never abandon him, and the sisters said that they wouldn't let the parents kick him out. Hypocrits. This episode also got me thinking about other episodes like "Sound of Silence," and "Brawl in the Family". I'm surprised that Lincoln hasn't called a child protection agency yet.