Veronica, troublemaker to catch up on her degree.

You are Veronica. Vera for your friend, if you would have any. Live wasn’t exactly nice to you. But to be fair, it was also your fault in many parts. You were born by an **** addicted whore in the poorest part of town. Your Father remained unknown and you don’t think he knows anything about you. Since your mother was classified as not capable to take care of you, you were sent to an orphanage.

Being thrown in a pot with troublemakers, it didn’t took long until you began stealing in shops and pickpocket people on the street. Later you joined a local street gang, who hardly accepted >no< for an answer. There you sold ****, collected protection money and sometimes, you were already 16, you were part of ambushes on other gangs who dared to intrude in your territory. But you were no killers, or at least the most of you. You just stole the goods of the other gangs, took the rival gang members as prisoners and had some fun with them. After a few days you let them go. Beaten, used but mostly unharmed.

Things changed when you grew 17. You just demolished the car of some fucker who refused to pay for his ****, when a police patrol runs into you. Little of the crimes you committed could be proven, but it was enough to sent you to youth prison for two years. On the first day of your sentence, you met a girl called Pamela. She was the leader of a gang at war with yours. According to a ward she was in for **** of a spy in her gang. A few of her gang members were in the same prison, which makes her the head bitch in the cell block.

And since she hated you from the first sight her goal for the next years was to make you her personal slut. There were one or two members of your gang in the prison too, but not close enough to give you any back up. So the next year was pure hell. You had to fight for every bit of freedom. And sometimes it worked. Mostly Pamela and her gang managed to catch you and then they gave you a hard time. But sometimes you avoided them or caught one of them alone for some ****.

When you turned 18 the prison committee with one year probation left. Until now you have no idea how they came to such a crazy idea. Well, maybe because you protected a few of the younger inmates from time to time. But it was mostly out of coincidence. As a final act of **** you told the guard, who brought you to the gate, where Pamela hid her cigarettes. And you did it right in front of her cell to anger her. Another guard immediately came to her cell and takes all her stuff out. But instead he had to hold her tight since she screamed and tried to attack you. The last thing you heard from her was the promise to find and kill you.

At this time you didn’t thought you would ever come back to prison again and only showed her your middle finger when you left. Sadly fate planned it different. The year of Probation wasn’t over when you met a member of your old gang. Part of your probation was to keep distance to the gang, but she insisted you drive her to another town. In exchange she would forget about your betrayal (not returning to the gang).

What you didn’t knew was, that the police was behind her for some blackmailing. When a police patrol **** you to stop she freaked out and almost provoked a car accident. You two get caught. But the police couldn't connect you to the blackmailing, which was no surprise since you had nothing to do with it. But they knew about your situation and thought of something else. The leading detective offered you a deal. You could go back to prison for the last year of your sentence or you graduate at a special college, which he claimed would be perfect for you. Since Pamela was still in youth prison and you haven't turned 19 yet, you would meet her and face her **** on you. So you accepted the deal.

And this is, where this story begins.