He gulped unsteadily, eying his surroundings carefully. It was his first, and certainly would not be his last time in the yard. He began to walk aimlessly, but he didn't wish to linger in one spot for too long. Many eyes followed him, recognising him as one of the new fish in the pond. And one of the youngest. He avoided all eye contact, which calmed him in a way, for a while. He could not be afraid. This was not the place to share his fear. And surely, surely, nothing could be worse than home. He sighed again, wondering if he'd made the right choice. Bit late if he hadn't. His eyes scanned fellow inmates. Arguments, fights. It was awful. Maybe he could still do some good with his life somehow. How was precisely the question. No one would listen to him here, pay any attention to him, take on his advice. He was wrong and why people took notice of him, to this day, he still didn't know.
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