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?

Levi just wants to be treated like a typical kid. As a baby, he had a serious disease that caused him respiratory issues. He's fine now, but his mom and overprotective brother still think of him as damaged, and his schoolmates see him as the same class clown he's always been. He feels stuck. So when his dad—divorced from his mom—suggests he take up boxing, he falls in love with the sport. And when he finds out about a school with a killer boxing team and a free-study curriculum, it feels like he's found a ticket to a new Levi. But how can he tell his mom about boxing? And how can he convince his family to set him free?