Bye Bye

03

"Haha, well tell Jim and the kids I said hi!" The man with the sunglasses sat in the backseat with Dean as they drove to the center from the airport. His legs were crossed nonchalantly and he was engaged in an interesting phone conversation with his mother apparently. 

"Uh, excuse me," Dean poked the man in the shoulder, who then turned to stare at him through his sunglasses.

"Sorry mom, I've gotta go. No it's not important but this kid looks like he's gonna wet himself or something...mm...love you bye," the man shoved his phone into his suit jacket. "What is it kid?"

"W-wet myse-self?!" Dean sputtered. "What the hell?"

The man shrugged. "Well, what's the problem then?"

"Can I have my phone back?" The woman who was in the front seat driving had confiscated Dean's phone 'temporarily' at the airport, but Dean had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing it again anytime soon.

"Sorry, bud. No can do," the man uncrossed his legs and leaned forward in his seat. "The center doesn't permit the students to have their own devices."

Dean nodded reluctant as his suspicions were confirmed and then continued to stare out the tinted window of the car. The scenery honestly wasn't that bad,  vast hills and lush green trees were everywhere in sight, and Dean suspected that the ocean was nearby by the large amount of seagulls flying around and color of the sky. 

Out of the corner of his eye Dean noticed a large building coming into sight from behind one of the larger hills.

"Welcome to the correctional center, Mr. Dean," the woman driving glanced in the review mirror at him and her red lips stretched into a smirk. 

"Oh, are we here already?" The man with the glasses looked out of the window. "I'm going to call Dr. Bohr and tell him to make room in is schedule,"

Dean ignored the conversation between the man and the woman. How was he supposed to live somewhere like this? Would he never see his home again? What if-

Dean's thoughts were interrupted as the car suddenly came to a stop. He peered out of the window once again and saw they were parked just outside of the main entrance of the building, which was a large block of brick with a chain link fence around it. Basically a prison.

"Mr. Travis, please step out of the car," Dean looked up at the woman who was now standing out side of the car, holding open his door. "I will take your luggage to your room, and Mr. Cleary will escort you to the office." Dean reluctantly stepped out of the car and glanced at opening of the fence and then at the man who must have been Mr. Cleary.

"Come on, orientation won't take long," Mr. Cleary pulled an identification badge out of his suit jacket and swiped it on the scanner in front of the door which opened with a loud beep.

The room inside was a small office with white walls and brown carpet. An older woman with greying hair sat at the desk in the corner furiously scribbling away on a clip board. There were two chairs with an end table between them, the farthest chair away from the door was occupied by a boy of maybe 15 years old with bleached white hair and a pointed nose. He was focused on folding a gum wrapper into different shapes and didn't notice the door open.

Mr. Cleary gestured at the unoccupied chair and walked to one of the three doors in the room. "Take a seat, the doctor will take you after..." he motioned to the boy who was still unaware, or just ignoring them. 

Dean sat down heavily in the chair and pulled out his headphones as Mr. Cleary disappeared behind the door.