Cheltham prison was a medium security prison

There was a cold chill in the carry as keys jangled in the distance. Lights out shouted a voice from the end of the corridor. How did I end up in here? James thought to himself. As the cells descended into darkness. I had a good education and I blew it all for a group of people.Cheltham prison was a medium security prison. It housed around seven degree centigrade inmates. The offences committed by the inmates varied from traffic penalties to common burglary. James Henderson was one of many at the prison. I could have had such a good life. favorable job, nice car, big house and a family, scarcely I dont and its all my fault.When James was fifteen he had problems at home because of this he got in to a bad crowd. I lost everything thanks to these people. James had sustain friends with typical young hooligans he started using drugs, going to pubs and just generally getting into trouble. Wednesday nights were the overcome we couldnt go to the pub. So we just hung around the streets. One man, Martin Walsh, controlled the group of about six. Martin was only sixteen however had already been in trouble with the natural law trinity cadences. It was on Wednesday night that Martin came up with the thought process of going to the local park.Thats when the real trouble started. We were bored with nothing to do so a voice broke Jamess thoughts.Quieten down, this isnt a place to socialise.We broke all the play equipment.It had been Martins smart idea to vandalise everything. We were all too scared of him to refuse, so we just did it. The resort area was decimated by the fourth dimension we had finished. Martin stood back to admire his work I can still remember his words, Well done everyone same time next hebdomad Martin said proudly.Martin wasnt kidding. Within a month the group had destroyed four public play areas and three school playgrounds. Nobody had stood up to Martin. By this time the police had been involved, but still no one knew it was Martin.I remember t he exact day Martin got found out. We had met, like we always did, on a Wednesday night. Martin wasnt himself he was angry, violent.The police have been to claver me. Martin growled they know about the playgrounds. How do they know? Who told them? Come on own upNo one did. Although Martin had an idea, a small male child name Chris was his target. Chris was a gifted boy, he didnt agree with Martins ways but was a friend though fear. Martin took it out on Chris. Punching, kicking. No one stood up to him. After that night we never saw Chris again.As time went on and our crimes got worse I started to see how I had wasted my life.James and the group, still principal by Martin, had started stealing. At first it was just sweets then CDs, clothes, CD players, TVs if it wasnt bolted to the floor Martin would steal it. I could handle stealing small but TVs CD players that had gone(p) to far. Stealing a CD player was when I first got caught.A local shop Tims TVs was my target on that part icular day. It was a small family commerce easy to steal from, so I thought.It was a Saturday morning and the shop was rather busy, that surprised me, I had stolen many times before so I just walked in. I must have looked suspicious from the start, but they didnt let on. I walked around for a while. When I got to the CD players, I checked to see if anyone was around, no one was, so I just put it in my coat. I was so calm as I reached for the door handle but just at that seconded a hand reached out and grabbed my arm, id been caught. The police were called and as it was Jamess first offence he got away with a strong warning.The next time the group met Martin was pleased. James well done for your efforts and the way you handled the police. I have a task for you Martin beamed at James. James knew it was a bad idea but was too afraid to argue. The next night James met Martin. Youve proved yourself as a good friend James. Martin started walking down the street. I had no idea what to do, so I just followed Martin. Bad choice.The next ten minutes were all a blur to James. The next thing I knew I was seance in a car, driving really fast. I started to shout at Martin to let me out.Whats gotten into you Henderson, you were all for it a minute ago. Martin screamed.Just let me out I screamed back.Martin stopped the car and James got out.You arent who I thought you were James, dont let me see your face again. With that martin was gone. James was left to walk home.It was cold and dark, I suddenly make what had happened, id been involved in a specious theft auto. I was as horrific as Martin. I had wasted a good education to become a common criminal.It had been two years since James met Martin it had been a roller coaster of vandalism and embezzlement. James had no future.That wasnt the end of Martin. The police had caught him. Martin had told the police about Jamess involvement. The police paid James a visit the next day.It was terrible the look of disappointment on my p arents faces. They had no idea. Both Martin and I were called into court on grand theft auto. The judge was harsh. To set an example he said, a jail sentence and community service.So James isnt the only one in prison.Martins in here too. A voice disrupts James thoughts.James shifts over. The voice bellowed from the darkness.No, Martins in here all right. On a jail sentence. The only difference is at least community service lets me go home at night,Thanks mate. Ill see you tomorrow. With that James was gone.