"Fuck," he meant to think it, but it kind of slipped out as the old headphones snapped in half. "I mean darn." Too late.
The woman at the desk glared at him. "5 demerits," she scribbled something down on her clipboard. "For profanity."
The room felt suspiciously like the doctors, with its plain white walls, and nasty brown chairs, not to mention the smell.
"Wow, you've only been here ten minutes and you already have an outstanding balance of negative five merits!" The boy with bleached white hair next to him leaned over the end table and laughed loudly. He quieted his voice and became serious. "Want some gum? It helps with the noise."
"Uh, I don't..." He looked at the boy, slightly concerned, mostly because the small office was fairly quiet except for him talking. "Do you happen to have a pair of ear buds I could borrow?" The two boys simultaneously looked at his lap where a dingy pair of ancient headphones lay, snapped in half.
"Geez man, you must've been listening to some hardcore shit!" The white haired boy exclaimed loudly.
"Five demerits!" The woman practically shrieked as she furiously scribbled on her clipboard. "Profanity!"
"Damn!" The white hair boy cursed loudly.
"Five demerits!"
"But I only have ten!" He whined, then looked back at the other boy. "So?"
"...so...what?" He asked, concerned by the crazed look in the white haired boys eyes.
"What's your name nincompoop?!"
Nincompoop? "Uh, Dean?"
"Dean, huh? Rhymes with bean?"
"I guess?" Dean scratched his arm and inched slightly away from the white haired boy, who seemed to be getting closer and closer.
"I go by Philippe," 'Philippe' wiggled his eyebrows. "Sometimes 'Papi'."
"John! Your appointment is in five minutes, come into the back room please." A rough male voice came over the loud speaker.
Dean looked around the room, but the only people present was himself, 'Philippe' and the woman.
'Philippe' stood up and cursed angrily. "DAMN, YOU BLEW MY COVER YOU OLD FART!"
"Just come in, John." The voice crackled over the speaker, obviously used to John's specialness.
"See yah, Dean rhymes with bean," John winked and walked into the white door.
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HumorDean Travis, an unlucky junior in high school is sent to "Oregon state boys correctional center for troubled young men" after accidentally setting his high school on fire and being caught with illegal drugs- or so it seems. Dean Travis is actually...
