• Alright, where do I begin in this damn thing…Hello, I like to steal s**t! Hm, well it’s the truth and that’s the main reason as to why I’m in here, this place. It’s supposed to be an “institution” to help troubled kids but if any thing it’s another lame a** excuse of a juvie, yeah, I got sent to kid prison, basically. As to the reason why I got sent here, it should be obvious, but some people are just to retarded to get the picture so I’ll explain only to those slow people. Let’s start with the quick intro, the name’s Maile Lafferty, I’m 15 years old and in juvie. Now, I’m in here for severals reasons but there’s only one really big one, I steal, and I can’t help how I feel about. I just feel so good when I steal, the rush of either going unnoticed and acting calm, or getting caught and running away to hide, there’s just this great feeling about running with something that cost so damn much and taking it for free. I just feel so alive, it’s like the feeling you get when you jump off of something that’s really high and in the middle of falling you get feeling in your stomach, it churns and kinda tickles until you land on the ground and know you’re safe. Only with stealing, you don’t really know that you’re safe until the heat dies down a bit. That feeling in you’re stomach however never dies down because you can get caught at any time, just like how my dumbass was caught, my own parents. Of course they were bound to get suspicious of all the s**t I brought home, but I also paraded my little trophies around, so it’s my fault for getting caught, not for stealing.