Use Me Like a Drug

02: Prison

The halls were filled with students, people with smiles on their faces or those looking the exact opposite. Still none of them looked or acted like Yeonjun.

This school was on the opposite side of his town, most could even say it was located in an entirely new city. No one would know Yeonjun or his reputation other than the staff.

Finding the bathroom, Yeonjun blocked himself in, staring into the mirror at his reflection. Dark circles colored the area under his eyes, his black hair looked dry, and his skin looked unhealthily pale. The uniform hid his small waist, the feeling of being fully covered by clothes was strange to the boy. All of his clothes were torn in some way, but this uniform showed none of his skin. The new shoes that decorated his feet felt strange as well as he never wore any form of dress shoes before, preferably sticking to tennis shoes.

This isn't me, and I hate it.

"Choi Yeonjun please report to the front office." The intercom announced, making the boy roll his eyes.

The school day hasn't even started and he was already being called to the office. Quite technically, he didn't have to be there until the first bell rang.

He trudged out of the bathroom, his backpack hanging off of one of his shoulders. Upon entering the front office area he was greeted with a lady that wore very formal clothes.

"Come with me." The lady turned on her heels and led the boy into an office.

The door closed behind him, making him pause and watch the lady skeptically.

"Sit down Yeonjun." She commanded, sitting on the opposite side of the desk in the center of the room.

Yeonjun did move to sit down, though he merely sat on the chairs armrest, giving the principle an unamused look.

"We do not permit jewelry at this school. Please remove that." The principle motioned around her face and ears. "The dress code here is strict and we expect you to abide by it."

The boy didn't move.

"Yeonjun." The lady said in a warning tone, already getting annoyed by his behavior. "You are extremely lucky we allowed you to come here. We expect you to listen and comply to get the experience you need."

"I don't want to be here." Yeonjun replied in a deeper voice, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head.

"It was here or a delinquency camp." The principle also shrugged her shoulders. "Those places are brutal on kids like you. At least here you could make friends and start a new life normally."

"Is that all you were going to talk about?" Yeonjun looked away, his eyes finding his reflection in the picture frames lining the walls. He didn't need to hear this now. "Because I don't need life advice. Especially from someone that has no idea who I am."

"I needed to give you your schedule and explain the rules to you."  The principle got back on track, looking over her desk for the desired papers.

Probably fifteen minutes or so later Yeonjun was bored out of his mind. He knew the basic school rules and whatnot, they were no different from any other school rules. There was another added rule just for him though, if he was seen outside of the schools property at any time he would immediately be sent to a juvenile delinquency camp. But Yeonjun interpreted that as meaning that he could skip class so long as he actually stayed on Campus, if he could handle being here for that long.

He navigated the school with a blank face, earning many strange looks that he naturally ignored. In his balled hand was his lip ring as well as his five different earrings that once decorated his ears.