House Arrest

House Arrest

*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?