A/N: I am sorry, I said I would update more but then I never did. I feel like the worst writer ever. But here is another chapter. Again, I am sorry!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Cry Baby movie/script. I only own Traci.

Chapter Nine: The Court Room

The cops pushed us through the doors and we stood in front of the judge's podium. The room was filled with people. It made me wonder. Why the HELL are there so many people here? I maybe recognize 6 people in this whole courtroom. "Order! Order in this courtroom!" The judge pounded his gavel on the stand.

I raised an eyebrow and stared at him. "What a sad vision of today's youth. The juvenile authorities have had it with these drape gangs!" The judge yelled.

"Bullshit." I muttered under my breath, looking around. Cry Baby put his hand on the small of my back, silencing me.

"Milton Hackett, Wanda Woodward, Mona Malnorowski, also known as Hatchet Face, Traci Malnorowski, you are blights on this community. Are the parents here?" The judge called out.

"Yes, your Honor." Milton's dad stood up. He and his nut job wife were there, of course, holding a bible and a cross. What is this? An exorcism? "We've been praying all night for our son." Milton looked at his shoes.

"Praying so hard, we've got headaches!" Apparently, they were done because Wanda's parents stood up.

"Hiya, Wanda, honey!" Her dad called.

"You were on the radio!" Her mom raved.

Wanda's eyes widened with rage. "Would you just get me the fuck out of here!"

The mother's eyebrows furrowed. "What's fuck mean, Hector?"

Her dad responded rather fast. "Oh, Maggie, it's just a teen nonsense word Wanda uses to make herself feel all grown up." Her mom chuckled in realization.

"Your Honor, could we take Wanda the fuck home?" The courtroom erupted in laughter. I chuckled, too. Only because she said it with such innocence.

"ORDER! ORDER IN THIS COURTROOM!" The judge hollered again. God, this man is getting on my nerves.

"Hear that, your Honor? It's a sign!" Milton's dad called. His wife was speaking some strange gibberish. "She's speaking in tongues! God's in her gullet, and he's in yours too! Let him out! Let the words of the savior be heard!" They slowly sank down into their chairs. My GOD, that family is crazy.

"Order, order! No WONDER your children are in trouble! And you, Miss Mona, my word, that's a shame about your face!" Mona looked at her shoes. My eyes filled with rage.

"There's nothing the matter with her face! It ain't her fault she's got character!" I hollered, stepping in front of the podium.

The judge glared at me. "I see that your parents haven't taken the trouble to come and get you."

I looked at Mona. "Wouldn't be surprised if they're in jail themselves." Hatchet smirked and we looked back at the judge.

"Oh, yes, we did!" I heard my father's voice ring out. I turned my head and of course, there they were. My mom was in one of those giant tubes, again. "You happy now, girls? Huh? Ya finally did it! You put your own mother in an iron lung!" I rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry. It's not our fault that she smokes like a chimney." I spat.

"Speaking of cigarettes, Mrs. Malnorowski! There is no smoking in this courtroom!" The judge yelled.

"Why not! I pay taxes on cigarettes, don't I? And what do I get for those taxes! Happiness? HELL NO! I get tuberculosis!" Suddenly, a wheel on her cart gave out. "Aw, Christ, now I got a flat tire!"

The judge slowly stood up. "I am going to release these delinquents to their parent's custody. And if they were my own, I'd give them a bare-assed whipping!"

"PLEASE! I'D RATHER GO TO JAIL!" I ran to the podium. "JUST CUFF ME AND SEND ME OFF, PLEASE!" I cried. Cry Baby ran forward and held me back.

"Traci, stop it! Don't let that happen to you! You can have a good life! Just stop trying to get yourself in more trouble!" Wade pulled me away.

"Ramona and Belvedere Ricketts, I find you guilty of disturbing the peace and I fine the both of you $1,000!" The judge told them.

"But that's all we have!" Ramona wailed.

"How are we supposed to live?" Belvedere responded. One of the children put a spitball in his eye.

"DAMN YOU! Handcuff those brats!" He ordered the guards.

"Don't you dare take her children!" I yelled, pushing against the cops.

"Don't touch them!" Pepper yelled.

"And you, Pepper Walker, I'm going to have you two children put in the custody of the Chatterbox Orphanage until they are adopted by God-fearing parents, who will at least give them Christian names!" He motioned some old lady over and she took the kids away, much to our dismay. "Wade Walker, better known as Cry Baby, what a sad and silly name for a young man." Cry Baby was trying really hard to go after the kids but now he was being held back. "You were the ring leader in tonight's gang war!"

"That's bullshit! We were just singing together!" I told the judge.

"Judge, let Traci go, and I'll take the full blame. I didn't mean no harm, your Honor. I may be a Drape, but I love her. If that's a crime, I'll stand convicted."

"Your Honor, you better not be prosecuting my baby girl!" My Aunt Elizabeth burst through the door. There she goes, always making an entrance. My face broke into a giant grin. She would defend me. I knew that this was serious since she was here. I wouldn't have to go back to my parents.

"Aunt Elizabeth!" I yelled. I didn't think I'd ever been this happy to see her in my whole life.

"Did you hear me, your majesty!" She spat. "I said let my baby girl go!" Aunt Elizabeth crossed her arms over her black and white polka dot dress. Her auburn hair was draped over shoulders and her huge eyes were narrowed staring down the judge.

"I am going to let Traci and Mona go this one time, because you are a fine and beautiful woman, Miss Elizabeth," The judge told her.

Aunt Elizabeth just kept her eyes narrowed and tapped her foot. "But not you, Cry-Baby Walker! The only place you're going to sing is in jail!"

"NO!" I yelled. I immediately grabbed onto Wade's arm determined on not letting him go.

"I find you guilty of rampant juvenile delinquency!" The judge told him. Cry Baby stuck his finger in his ear as if he couldn't hear the judge correctly. "I hereby sentence you to the Maryland Training School for boys, until your 21st birthday!"

"HA!" Cry Baby screamed.

"Court dismissed! LOCK HIM UP!" The judge ordered. The little crowd in front of the judge's chair broke into hysterics.

All of us were hollering about how Cry Baby would be leaving. "You can't lock up his music!" Ramona yelled.

I was in a state of shock. I tried to get past the guards but they wouldn't let me. The officers were pulling Wade out of the door. I stared at him as they pulled him away.

"I'll get out, sugar dumplin'! I'll get out if it's the last thing I do, I swear!" He struggled against the officer's hold, but finally, they got him through the door.

Suddenly, I found my voice and let out a bloodcurdling scream, "CRY BABY!"