If you hadn't guessed, this is a prison. Technically, its a 'correction center'. The 'Jeffery H. Morgan Correctional Center for Incarcerated Youths'. Quite a name.
And I, Robyn Fultor, am a prisoner here. I never did anything wrong. I don't want to be here. No-one does. That's why, tonight, I'm getting out of here. For good.
My roomate is Marissa. She's nice, but she can get in the way of planning. I've got to be quiet when getting this vent lose. I don't understand why a prison would have vents big enough to crawl through, but I'm not complaining.
If someone looks through these vents, I'm toast. I've got to keep going though, because if I spend even one more day in here, I'll go nuts.
I'm almost out! Just up these stairs, through the door, then off of this island.
I hope I make it. Although, I've never been a strong swimmer...