s a y goodbye to the vows you take
a n d say goodbye to the life you make
a n d say goodbye to the hearts you break
a n d all the cyanide you drank

"Ahh, so you're the new inmate? What did you say your name was; Adam? Bobby? Michael? Well, either way, your name is meaningless to me; from now on you will be referred to as the number that is printed on your new clothing. Despite what your case worker may have said, your feelings are absolutely meaningless to me. If you have a problem with your new home, well, suck it up. I may be the Warden, but I am not your mother. And if you chose to be too much of a problem, well, I have many different ways of dealing with you. So don't push me."

That speach; it sounds as if it was either pre-planned or as if it had been spoken so many times that the words are imprinted into the petite, yet rather menacing looking woman's brain. Behind you, the guard has clearly become bored; a sloud, obnoxious yawn recomfirms your thoughts. Apparently he has heard the speach before, or course he has; with over four hundred inmates, California State Juvenile Penitentiary is one of the largest youth prisons in the country...and, in part, one of the most violent. It'd be no surprise if you were beginning to feel more than nervous about entering this new adventure. 'Don't worry; this place isn't that bad,' is what your cell mate says to attempt to calm you down later that day, but what about the toothbrush he's sharpening into a shank? What about all the kids that are locked up for violent offences? Well, maybe you should have thought about that before breaking into that house or getting caught with a couple of joints. Because for now, you're stuck here, and there's nothing you can do about it. So, without further ado: Welcome to California State Juvenile Penitentiary...your new home.