Cheltham prison was a medium security prison.

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        There was a cold chill in the air 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 hundred 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. Good job, nice car, big house and a family, but I don’t 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 become friends with typical young hooligans he started using drugs, going to pubs and just generally getting into trouble. ‘Wednesday nights were the worst; we couldn’t 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 but had already been in trouble with the police three times. It was on Wednesday night that Martin came up with the idea of going to the local park.

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        ‘That’s when the real trouble started.’ We were bored with nothing to do so…’ a voice broke James’s thoughts.

‘Quieten down, this isn’t 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 playground was decimated by the time we had finished. Martin stood back to admire his work; I can still remember his words,’ ‘Well done everyone same time next week!’ Martin said proudly.

        Martin wasn’t kidding. Within a month the group had destroyed four ...

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