Varon was separated from the rest of the population and placed in a caged area meant for those that committed hard crimes. Isolated again, Varon sat in the corner of the gated area and hoped that no one would see him. Ever since his arrival, he was treated like an animal and he behaved accordingly. This time, he was losing his fight. Flicking a ( Read more... )

Lunch time came and the chow line was as crowded as always. Varon was separated this time since his continuous fights with the other inmates posed a deeper issue than what was seen on the surface. It was through the suggestion of the counselors and his teacher that he should take his lunch in the back ( Read more... )

The following morning came. The man with the salt and pepper hair woke up before Varon. He peered toward the youth's cell to find the thick brown locks peeking out from under the covers. He gave a small smile. At least the boy had his dreams to keep him safe and waking him would tear him from his dreams. It was all they had left. To sleep was a ( Read more... )

Pushed and prodded by social conformity, Varon often fought against the grain. Alone, pressured and ready to snap, he tightened his fist. The guard making his rounds often would stop at Varon's cell to poke the youth. The youngest member of lifers, Varon often endured a great deal of jibes and sneers from the older prisoners in the general ( Read more... )