"You are charged with the murder of two people, Charlotte and James Harold." The judge looked at the defense as the young boy sat, his head bowed, shoulders rigid. "Because of your intelligence, you are to be tried as an adult. Do you understand?" The boy's shoulders shook, and he looked as though he would be sick.
"Y-yes..." His voice was horse and quiet, a result of not speaking to anyone but his brother since this had all began.
"How do you plea?"
"This is insane, this is an eleven year old boy!"
"They've tested him, he's an absolute genius."
"Still, where are his parents? His lawyer!"
"His parents are near the back... And he's acting as his own lawyer."
"Is that legal!"
"Apparently he's qualified. He got his degree one afternoon, last summer..."
"Wait... he's acting on his own?"
"Yes. There's absolutely no telling what will happen."
Phineas Flynn looked up with tired eyes.
"Guilty."