The courtroom was hushed, its air heavy with tension. Families shifted in their seats, lawyers whispered to clients, and the bailiff’s voice rang out as he called the next case.

A teenager stepped forward—hands shoved into the deep pockets of an oversized hoodie, chin lifted in defiance. His name was Ethan Miller. Just 15 years old, and yet the smirk plastered across his face told everyone watching that he thought none of this mattered. To him, court was just another game.

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But Ethan was about to learn a lesson he’d never forget.

A Pattern of Trouble
This wasn’t Ethan’s first brush with the law. Two weeks earlier, he had stolen earbuds, candy bars, and a pack of energy drinks from a small convenience store in downtown Detroit.

Caught red-handed, he bolted toward the door—only to be stopped by a security guard who had been watching him on the cameras. According to the police report, Ethan was “uncooperative, mocking, and defiant.” Even as he was shoved into the back of a squad car, he laughed at the officers and sneered, “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

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Now, here he was, standing in front of Judge Rebecca Harmon—a veteran of juvenile cases who had seen far too many kids with the same cocky grin.

The Courtroom Standoff