“Mr. Keller,” the judge started. “You claimed that you would be able to care for yourself after your emancipation.”
“And I do, your honor. I manage all my own finances, I have a stable job, a place to live—”
“And,” the judge cut in, “you have decided it is acceptable to steal cars?”
Keller leaned into the microphone. “Joyriding, your honor. Every intention of bringing the car back.”
“Mmm, and is it true that you were picked up while trying to illegally purchase alcohol with a fake ID?”
“But I did not and I would never have driven under the influence of it, ever.”
The judge made a skeptical humming noise. “Being so close to eighteen, you could be prosecuted as an adult, especially since another judge has already ruled you so in the eyes of the law.” She stared at him intently before c
