I am from a concrete hard past of running, scheming, and stealing.
I am from planning heists with my uncle while my secretive dad is a-wall.
I am from casing the wonderful Louvre at the mere age of three.

I am from an old friend coming and yanking me out of boarding school.
From being viciously pulled back into a life I tried to leave behind.
The Colgan School is where the beginning and end of my new life existed.

I am from impenetrable sensors, vindictive security guards, and chain restraints sealing me in the crime scene.
From making very loquacious friends who are with me through it all.
The Henley Museum holds all the answers to my problem, but could it mean the end of me?