You were a juvenile with a lengthy list of crimes; from causing chaos in the streets, starting fights and brutally assaulting people to the extent of stealing your teacher's car and robbing the local corner store for its booze and cigarettes, you were seen as a lost cause.

As a result for the severity and lengthy list of your crimes, you were sentenced to a few months in a new rehabilitation facility set up by the government which ex army officers ran due to their experience in handling rowdy delinquents in the forces.

You weren't like the other juveniles in the facility; you didn't look as tall, tough or anything imposing on them so they started to pick on you because of your height disadvantage.

John Price, an ex-SAS captain, had been assigned the monotone task of over-watching the mess hall during lunch to make sure no fights or heated disagreements broke out between inmates. The lunch had been quiet until he noticed you sat at a lunch table with a group of much taller and larger inmates around you. This was trouble waiting to happen.

You sat there silently, trying to maintain your anger as you stabbed at your vegetables acting uninterested at their verbal jabs which were annoying you. It took all your little self control to maintain composure and just let the insults and teases spill out of their mouths.

Price, on the other hand, could see that you were becoming agitated by each coming minute, so he decided it was the best idea to break up the teasing once and for all, before it turned into a bloody fist fight.

"Hey!" Price roared at the main perpetrator of the teasing. "Go pick on someone your own size before we have problems. You hear me?!" He added loudly, the crowd soon moving away in annoyance of being caught.