Rebel.

Prologue:

"Andrew Gerald you are sentenced 10 years in the London juvenile delinquent's centre, due to the grievous body harm of Michael Drawten, because of the circumstances your sentence has been deducted by 5 years. This case is complete."

5 years, 1825 days, 43,800 hours being locked away, like a criminal. Not being able to grow up. To get shown how to shave, have an awkward first kiss with a girl, to go home and show my mum the A I got in biology. I spent this time in a centre, with boys like me. Some misunderstood and some just plain crazy. There were murders, drug dealers, thieves, gang members you name it.

I had one friend. Franklin Marsh. He stood up for me on my first week here. He never told me what he was in for, but whatever it was made everyone else fear him. When I was with Frankie no one dared to look at me. He allowed me to be me, and he allowed me to get my mind off that night. He was there to listen to my stories, my nightmares of how I ended up in juvenile prison, there was just so much blood. I couldn't stop it.  My family didn't visit once. They neglected me. Frankie was all I had, he was my family, my older brother. When it was his time to leave I still had 4 months left there. Frankie promised me that he would be there waiting at the gates. And he kept his promise.