Stealing is bad. Yeah. I know. But my brother Levi is always so sick, and his medicine is always so expensive. I didn’t think anyone would notice, if I took that credit card, if, in one stolen second, I bought Levi’s medicine. But someone did notice. Now I have to prove I’m not a delinquent, I’m not a total bonehead. That one quick second turned into juvie a judge a year of house arrest, a year of this court-ordered journal, a year to avoid messing up and being sent back to juvie so fast my head will spin. It’s only 1 year. Only 52 weeks. Only 365 days. Only 8,760 hours. Only 525,600 minutes. What could go wrong?