Something inside of me is angry at being asked this question. I’m not a felon, nor some feral, rebellious teen. But my voice is soft as I answer. “No. That was the first.” And it won’t be the last. As soon as I can get out of here, I will be flying away again. I just need to scope out a way. I can do it. I know I can. She nods. “Any problematic behaviours we need to know about? Your criminal record is clean, but your family doctor’s records stop at age thirteen. You just turned twenty, that’s seven years of no records.”
