Here it is, the final part of the trial! For those of you who dislike the way Lynn was portrayed in recent chapters, that's the point. Since this is a NSL story, in the first few chapters of this story she's not meant to be a likeable character. This story takes place a couple weeks after the end of that infamous episode and during that time the family has blindly supported all of Lynn's actions and decisions which has made her character even worse than it was in that episode. Her ego has grown so big to the point where she refuses to believe she did anything wrong and accepts no other reality but her own.

After a half hour, the jury finally returned to the courtroom. Everyone was very eager to hear what they had finally decided on.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," Judge Martha addressed. "Have you reached a verdict?"

"We have, your honor," a juror answered. Everyone leaned in closer to make sure they could hear correctly. The Loud family was the most eager. Lynn Jr. placed her right hand to her ear and listened with a smug and triumphant smile on her face. "We find the defendants… guilty of all charges."

"WHAT!?" the Louds exclaimed and gasped in shock. Lynn was in complete disbelief. How could her speech not have worked? How could her faith in the softball gods not have helped? How could she had lost if that jinx wasn't here?! While the Louds were in shock, the prosecutor was smiling triumphantly. The judge didn't look surprised in the slightest.

"I do not know what possessed you all to think that any of the actions you've done that led to this fate were good ideas," the judge said to the now guilty defendants. Her eyes were full of disbelief and disapproval. She had done many criminal trials, but this one was the most ridiculous by far. "But your ignorant, self-centered, and callous indifference and disregard for your own flesh and blood and everything that is good and decent for such an incredibly ludicrous excuse has rocked the very foundation upon which our society is built."

"Please, wait a minute!" Lynn Sr. pleaded. "Any chance the jury can rethink their verdict?"

"Our children may misbehave from time-to-time, but they not bad," Rita tried to reason with the court.

"Your daughter's speech says otherwise," one of the jurors pointed out.

"The championship is coming up and she's just been under a lot of pressure," the Loud patriarch tried to come up with an excuse.

"Please, I beg of you all," Rita pleaded. "Don't judge our kids too harshly. They're all truly sweet little angels. We know this because we raised all of them."

"Lynn and Rita Loud," the judge addressed the folks. "It is apparent to everyone here that you care a lot for your daughters and are prepared to stand up for them and try to convince us to see them in a more forgiving and understanding light. Which makes you the worst ones here! Even worse than your deluded egomaniacal fifth born!" Hearing this made everyone gasp in surprise. "I may not be a detective, but I believe I've figured you both out. You take great pride in your parenting skills and your children, a little too much. You've become so proud of your daughters' accomplishments and characteristics that you completely ignore their most obvious negative traits and deeds. By denying what your daughters have done, you're also denying that you're parenting style is flawed. You let your only son shoulder the blame for their bad behaviors because you are too proud to see the truth and too scared to take any responsibility for your own mistakes that enable those behaviors. Parents should always shoulder some responsibility for the actions of their children, but you do whatever you can to avoid that. I don't know what could've possibly made you both develop such a ridiculous mindset, but it has convinced me that prison time is not the suitable punishment for you." Hearing this made the parents and their daughters sigh with relief. "Instead, I am assigning you both long shock therapy sessions at the Royal Woods Mental Institution." Hearing that made the family gasp in fear. Prison time was starting to sound very comfortable now. "I also hereby relieve you of custody of all your children." Hearing that dreadful sentence made the family gasp in absolute horror.

"No, please don't take our kids from us!" Rita desperately begged.

"They mean the world to us!" Lynn Sr. tearfully pleaded.

The girls also voiced their opposition to this sentence, but it was no use.

"My decision is final," the judge declared. "The next offender, Bud Grouse, is hereby put under house arrest."

"What?!" the elderly neighbor exclaimed in surprise. "But I didn't do anything!"

"That's exactly why you're being put under house arrest," the judge replied. "You knew what they were doing and chose not to report it. Which makes you just as guilty."

"Oh, dang it!"

"As for you, girls!" the judge addressed the nervous Loud sisters. "I can think of nothing more fitting than to have all of you sent to the Royal Woods Reformatory where you can contemplate the manners in which each of you have conducted yourselves! I know I will."

While most of the sisters hung their heads in shame, Lynn was in an extreme state of confusion and fury. She couldn't believe an outcome like this could possibly happen. She refused to believe it.

"Where is he?!" the angry athlete demanded.

"I beg your pardon?" the confused judge responded.

"Where is Lincoln?!" Lynn repeated herself. "He's hiding somewhere in this room, isn't he? If he wasn't, then we would be out those doors by now. You've hidden him in here because you knew that without his bad luck the jury would find us innocent!" she accused the prosecutor and the CPS agents.

"Excuse me young lady, but we came to that conclusion all on our own," one of the jurors denied. "And it wasn't difficult either."

"LIES!" Lynn declared with bloodshot eyes.

"What is your obsession with trying to convince everyone that your brother is bad luck?" Brenda asked. She was really starting to get tired of how long this was going on.

"Because I KNOW he is!" the livid athlete replied.

"Is that what you want us to believe?" the skeptical judge asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't know Lincoln is bad luck, you WANT him to be bad luck!" the judge theorized.

"Seriously!? Why would I ever want something like that?" Lynn denied.

"Because you need that validation. To prove to everyone, but more importantly to yourself, that you are the greatest athlete in Royal Woods. That you are a true winner. When you experienced your first loss you desperately needed something to blame, so you chose to make your own brother the scapegoat. You just couldn't accept the fact that your precious winning streak was broken."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lynn bitterly denied in a defiant tone. Then she turned angrily to the prosecution. "Why don't you just tell us where you've hidden Stinkoln already?!"

"Your brother is at the Royal Woods Hospital far from here!" Brenda said.

"WHY would you all side with him over ME?!" Lynn yelled. She looked like a volcano that was about to burst any second. "WHAT has HE ever done to deserve this treatment from you people?! Treatment that should be given to ME!"

"IT'S NOT WHAT HE HAS DONE! It's what you have done!" the judge angrily responded. "THIS is what happens when you take something too far and don't realize it until it's too LATE!"

"You know what your problem is, kid?" one of the jurors asked rhetorically. "You're a sore loser! A rude, immature, apathetic, spoiled, delusional, self-absorbed sore loser!"

Then something unexpected happened. Something disastrous. Something that would send the Loud family falling until they hit rock bottom. After too many of her desires and expectations had been denied, something happened inside Lynn. Something had snapped! With all the rage and strength she could muster, the young athlete grabbed the wooden desk that stood in front of them and flipped it over until it was now upside down. Papers on the desk flew everywhere. She grabbed one of the legs and pulled until it broke clean off. Then she bit into the broken leg, her teeth dug into the hard wood before she threw it aside. With both hands, she grabbed her scalp and pulled out a few strands of her own hair. Her face was crimson, her eyes were bloodshot, her teeth gritted, and steam coming out of her nostrils with every huff.

"I TRIED being fair and reasonable!" she yelled.

"If that's true, I'd hate to see her when she's not," Derek mockingly remarked.

"SHUT UP! We are a family, and how we treat each other is NO ONE'S BUSINESS!" the enraged athlete bellowed. "This isn't a courtroom, it's an Anti-Me Convention!" Suddenly two bailiffs took hold of her arms and restrained her. "Let me go!" she demanded kicking and struggling to get free.

"Lynn, calm down!" Rita ordered her daughter.

"Stupid brat!" the prosecutor exclaimed. "Is your pride really worth more than the well-being of your family?!"

"You are so stubborn and impulsive!" Brenda said. "Didn't your family ever teach you to behave?"

"If there's anything I learned from my family, it's that 'this family supports itself.' But some family is worth supporting MORE than others!" the unhinged middle schooler retorted. "That is what my family taught me! Right guys?" She turned to her family expecting more support. However, instead of seeing expressions of pride and support on the faces of her loved ones, Lynn saw only expressions of embarrassment and disgust. "Come on, guys! Don't you turn on me too!"

"Lynn, what is wrong with you?!" a disgusted Rita said her daughter.

"You've literally been acting like a complete lunatic since we got here!" Lori angrily added.

"Why are you acting like this?" Leni asked.

The angry athlete stared at them as if they were the ones acting crazy. "I don't know what any of you are talking about. Acting like what?! I've ALWAYS been like this and you've never complained about it before!"

Hearing this, the family's expressions changed to ones of horror and shame as everything finally became clear. There was no way her parents could come up with an excuse for this. Her tantrum finally made them realize their terrible mistakes and see her for what she really was. Lynn Sr. and Rita for years had praised their daughters for all their accomplishments and blindly supported their ideas and actions with little to no question thus enabling and encouraging their negative behaviors, never giving thought to the consequences if they did it too much. The sisters' eyes were opened for the first time to the damage that could be caused by their entitled, biased, and thoughtless behavior. By instinct they all supported one another no matter what, even if it meant their only brother would be singled out and miserable. Maybe it was because they were all girls and he was the only boy. But now reality was finally hitting them like a speeding locomotive as they stared at the true catalyst of their decreasing luck, the monster they had created. They would not take LJ's side this time. The athlete's eyes that were once filled with pride and rage were now filled with hurt and betrayal.

"Miss Loud!" the judge said. The tone of her voice made it clear that she had had enough. "You have disrespected this courtroom for the last time! Your pride, stubbornness, and refusal to accept the reality of your situation has provided even more proof of your guilt. I was planning on sending you to the Royal Woods Reformatory along with your sisters, but I now see that would not be a good idea after witnessing such behavior. You need a more severe penalty. Therefore, I am sending you to the Royal Woods Juvenile Detention Center!" The family gasped in shock upon hearing this. They'd heard about life was like in Juvie, and it wasn't pretty. "Take her away before she causes anymore disruptions." The judge ordered the bailiffs.

"You won't get away with this!" Lynn defiantly yelled as she was dragged away by the two bailiffs. "My loyal fans will demand my release. And if that doesn't happen, when the Squirrels lose the championship, EVERYONE will see that I was right! The Wrath of the Softball Gods will fall upon you all! There will be chaos in the streets! The Royal Woods Squirrels are nothing without me. Royal Woods itself is nothing without me! God Bless America! God Bless MEEEEEEE!" she screamed just before the courtroom doors slammed shut and she was gone.

The entire courtroom was suddenly rendered completely silent. This was the longest the place had been without a sound. For some it was relieving, but for others it was shocking and disturbing.

"This court is adjourned," the judge announced striking the sound block with her gavel one last time.

People started rising from their seats and leaving the room. Aunt Ruth glared at her niece's family with disgust. She wasn't a pleasant person, but this was rotten even for her. Albert hung his head in shame, he couldn't believe that his own daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughters would do something so inexcusable. He left carrying his infant granddaughter with him. Poor Lily didn't understand what was going on, but she had a feeling that things weren't right. Clyde McBride's heart was broken. The poor boy had always admired his best friend's sisters, especially Lori. But this time he could not defend them, not even the woman he felt great affection for. Bobby Santiago was fairing no better. He wished that he had been wiser and not given in to his now ex-girlfriend's desires so easily. His regrets were only beginning because he knew his sister would soon give him a piece of her mind on the part he played in this. The prosecutor, on the other hand, beamed a proud and victorious smile. Once again, justice had been served. The two CPS agents immediately headed out the door not giving the guilty defendants a single glance. They had to get to the hospital to check on the health of the boy who had been the unfortunate victim of this disgraceful affair. The once carefree Loud family now looked broken and defeated. No miracle or amount of luck would save them from their sad fates.

"I told you guys we should've gone with the plea bargain," a disheartened Lisa said.

"Rita," Lynn Sr. sadly said to his wife. "I think we've made a terrible mistake."

At the Royal Woods Hospital in Downtown, a sickly white-haired 11-year-old woke up to find himself lying on a bed in a hospital room. He noticed four people in the room watching over him with concerned eyes. He recognized that two of them were the CPS agents and the other two were a doctor and a nurse.

"Thank goodness, he's awake," Derek said with relief.

"It's a good thing you got him here when you did," the doctor replied. "Any later, and I fear he might not have woken up."

"Where am I?" an anxious Lincoln asked. "Where is my family?"

Both CPS agents had nervous looks on their faces. They knew the boy wasn't going to take the news well.

"Sorry kid," Derek told him in a sympathetic tone. "But your family… has been found guilty."

"What?!" the white-haired adolescent exclaimed in surprise and horror.

"Your parents have been sent to the Royal Woods Mental Institution, most of your sisters have been sent to the Reformatory, and the sister who caused all of this has been sent to the Juvenile Detention Center," Brenda informed him trying to be as sensitive as possible.

Hearing this, the poor boy hung his head in despair. A part of him knew this would be the outcome, but the severity of his family's punishments made him feel great misery and guilt. Despite everything they put him through, Lincoln never wanted his family to suffer. He just wanted them to realize the error of their ways and for everything to go back to the way they were. But now it was too late, and a part of him felt he had some blame for this. All he wanted was a little alone time to himself, and in the end it wasn't worth it. Now it seemed that the huge Loud family was being torn apart… forever.

"Is there any chance we can fix that?" the boy asked lifting his head up. "I'm sure they understand what they've done wrong and have learned their lesson."

"I'm afraid not," Derek replied.

"Your parents have also lost custody of all their children," Brenda added. Hearing this made the poor boy lower his head again.

"What about my baby sister, Lily?" Lincoln asked with a mixture of sadness and concern. Out of everyone in his family, she was the most innocent and didn't deserve anything bad to happen to her.

"She's with your grandfather," Brenda informed. That was a relief to hear.

"So what's going to happen to me now?" the white-haired youngster asked nervously.

"That's what we're going to figure out," Brenda answered.

"We'll be back," Derek said as he and his partner left the room.

Lincoln knew that with his family out of the picture he would most likely have to put in a foster home. That thought made him very nervous and uncomfortable.

In the waiting room, the two CPS agents had spent twenty minutes trying to figure out what to do with the now family-less boy.

"What are we going to do?" Brenda asked her partner. "Due to the Loud family's reputation for causing trouble, not a lot of people are willing to take in the boy."

"I think I know some people who might," Derek said optimistically. "Take a look at this." He showed her something on his phone.

"You think these people can be trusted?"

"Of course, I've dealt with these people in the past," Derek assured her. "They're always happy to take in forsaken children. The kid will love it there, they're very caring and responsible."

Brenda thought for a moment. Then a smile of trust formed on her face. She started dialing a number on her phone. After a moment of ringing, the call was finally answered. "Hello, is this the Orphanage of St. Linda?"

"This is," a voice from the phone confirmed.

"This is Brenda of the Children's Protective Services. There is an issue that we think you might be well suited to handle."

A half-hour later, two people arrived at the hospital and entered the waiting room. One of them was a nun with black hair who looked to be in her mid-thirties. The other was a middle-aged priest and the head of the orphanage who had gray hair and a beard.

"Greetings," the nun approached and warmly greeted the CPS agents. "I am Sister Elizabeth and this is Father George. We are from the Orphanage of St. Linda."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Brenda politely replied and shook their hands.

"The pleasure is all ours," Father George said with a friendly smile.

"It is always a blessing from God to give a nice warm home to all children in need," Sister Elizabeth said in a cheerful tone. "So where is the boy?"

Alone in the room, Lincoln sat in the hospital bed waiting for any news. It had been almost an hour and he was starting to feel nervous. He also couldn't stop thinking of his family and the predicaments they were in. He worried for their well-being while still feeling a great deal of guilt.

"I wonder what my sisters are doing now," he asked himself in a concerned tone. Then he looked to the readers with a bitter and unsurprised expression. "Most likely, at least Lori, Lola, and Lynn are probably blaming me for all of this." The expression on his face then changed to one of sadness as he hung his head. "But they wouldn't be completely wrong either." Finally, Brenda and Derek returned with two new faces.

"Is this the boy?" Father George asked.

"Yes it is," Derek confirmed.

"Oh my!" Sister Elizabeth exclaimed and rushed toward the white-haired adolescent. "You poor child!" she said in a concerned motherly tone as she inspected him. "You must've been through so much."

"Hi, my name is Lincoln Loud," the 11-year-old awkwardly but politely greeted the nun.

"I am Sister Elizabeth and this is Father George," the nun introduced herself and her superior.

"I've heard a lot of stories about children being forsaken by their families," Father George told Brenda. "But what in God's name drives people to do what his family did?!"

"Now, now Father, we shouldn't judge his family too harshly," Sister Elizabeth scolded. "There are people who have done much worse."

"You're right. Please forgive me, Lincoln," the priest apologized.

"What brings you here?" the boy asked.

"We've come to welcome you into our family and give you a new home, Lincoln," Sister Elizabeth answered in a warm motherly tone.

"I appreciate your kind gesture, but I already have a family and a home," the 11-year-old politely tried to decline. "Can I please just go home with my family?"

Brenda and Derek found it amazing that despite what his family put him through, this kid still had feelings and concerns for them.

"Look son," Brenda said in a sympathetic and understanding tone. "I find it sweet that you still care for your family. But the law is the law, and if someone breaks it they have to suffer the consequences. I'm sorry, but your family can't be with you anymore."

With a look of despair on his face, Lincoln sadly lowered his head as the last feelings of hope left his heart. He felt like one of his worst nightmares was coming true and there was nothing he could do about it. Now he didn't know what to do with his life. Despite all the hardships, the life he spent with his big family was the only thing he knew. Aside from his friends, his family were the only people he felt comfortable to be around. And now they were gone, possibly forever. Out of all the bad things that had happened to him in his life, Lincoln felt this was the worst of them all.

"There, there little one," Sister Elizabeth said in a warm comforting voice as she pulled the poor boy into a hug and gently stroked his hair. "It'll be okay. The Lord hasn't forsaken you. If he did, we wouldn't be here."

"We of St. Linda's have dedicated out lives to providing a place for lonely children to call home," Father George explained. "I know it might seem overwhelming to begin living with people you just met, but you'll be surrounded by other children who understand you as well as adults whose jobs are to make sure you are all happy and comfortable."

"While some people find children difficult to take care of, but it is they who enrich the lives of us at the Orphanage of St. Linda," Sister Elizabeth said. Then she noticed that the boy was still sad and unconvinced. "Lincoln, I assure you in the name of the Lord you can trust us. Are you familiar with God and his unconditional love?"

"Well, I've heard his name before," Lincoln answered. "But to be honest, I never really thought to believe in him. I thought maybe he didn't really exist or if he just gave up on me."

"Oh no, my child," the nun gently disagreed. "God does not give up on any of his children. He is always there for us when we are happy and to help us when we are sad. If we are willing to ask and listen. If you come live with us, we will teach you how to communicate with him."

"And unlike your sister's 'softball' gods, I can assure you he's real," Father George added.

"I… I don't know if I can ask him," a still sad and unconvinced Lincoln replied. "While my family has done some things that weren't right, I haven't been an angel myself either."

"God is willing to forgive anyone if they truly desire it deep within their hearts," Father George assured.

"Lincoln, no one is going to make you come and stay at St. Linda's," Sister Elizabeth told him. "The choice is yours. But if you believe God hasn't given up on you, then I'm sure he'll help you find what you need. That is, if you are willing to listen."

For a moment, there was silence. Lincoln stared at the four adults as they stared back patiently waiting for an answer. The white-haired boy thought hard about what these people had just told him. They seemed nice and genuinely want to help him. The white-haired boy had never been very religious, but perhaps this really was God offering him a chance at salvation. While it was now too late for his family, he could at least make his life better. After thinking for a while, the ill-looking preteen looked up at the four adults with a new look of hope on his face.

"I've made my decision," he announced much to the delight of his audience. "Father George, Sister Elizabeth, I would be honored if you'd –" but before he could finish, he suddenly erupted into a coughing fit. "Sorry, what I meant was I'd like to come live at St. Linda's."

"Wonderful!" the nun happily exclaimed and hugged the sick boy again. "I know you'll love it there."

Brenda and Derek watched with satisfied smiles as the two charity workers accepted the youngster with open arms. While they weren't as religious as these people, they did seem to share a common goal: to ensure the well-being of children.

"You think this was the right idea?" Brenda asked her partner.

"Yes," Derek replied confidently. "I'm sure this kid will be in good hands."

There you have it, the last part of the trial. What will happen to the Louds now? What will it take to make Lynn see the error of her ways? And is Lincoln truly in good hands? One thing's for sure, this is just the beginning of the Loud family's karmic bad luck.

And just to make a few things clear. For those of you who have some religious affiliation, I hope that you don't take anything too seriously. It's just a non-profit story written for fun.