The Fool Behind Bars

No Doubt

What have you done! What have you done! What have you done!" Was all I could hear screaming at me. It felt so near, but at the same time so far.
"Jimin?" the word sliced through the caramelized phrase ripping at my ear.
"M-Mom?" I mumbled under my breath. I started to open my eyes, yet I could still here those words fading away.
"Park Jimin, you can party all night, and get drunk even. However, in the morning you have school, and you're under my roof, so you're under my rules! Got it?" She scolded. I sat up from the bed I slept in. My mind started to hit me with questions I was not ready for. Where am I? All I could remember was noises of police cars pulling up, and people screaming loudly to run.
"Son, I don't know what to say. It's almost like I could call you a disgrace to this family. The police? What made you think you could run back here? I haven't seen you in days. You look like you got ran over and thrown into the lake to rot. I don't think you should be spending time with those boys. Your 15." Dad started to lecture me. It seemed like it was going on for years on end.
"I'm almost an adult! Stop treating me like a kid!" I raged.
"Fifteen is nowhere near an adult. Neither is your attitude!" He threw back.
"Well, when i'm eighteen im going to run as far away from here. Just to piss you off!" I shot at him.
"Go ahead see how far that gets you! Probably on the streets. Now, it's time for school. Get to it!" He told me, forcing me to grab my backpack.

I placed my foot onto the first step of this school I dread.
"Aish" I mutter under my breath. What I was looking at was Busan High school. I ran up the stairs, and into the doors.

It was already after second period, and I haven't talked to my friends since I came through the doors.
"Hey Jimin, your white-creamy hair is starting to fade. Anyways wanna go hit up a joint after third period?" Yoongi asked.
"I don't know. I ran back to my parents house after the cops came last night. They were grilling me on being friends with you guys." My face fell at the thought of losing these people.
They were the ones who picked me up after my parents didn't care about me. I'm not going to let my parents win, and give up my friends. I would be miserable!
"Wow, you went back to that dump? You're brave. I could never walk back into mine. They would totally kill me. Point is that's not dope. Come hang with us after your next class. You'll feel so much better." He told me. Yoongi made me feel so much better whenever I was feeling down. His full name is Min Yoongi, and he has awesome hair. It was a type of blue mint. It cut right down just so it could hit his eyelashes, but flowed like the wind. He has dark brown eyes, and he is sixteen years old. Which means one year older than me. Yoongi is much better at doing things than talking. Sometimes his words don't make sense, but they make sense to me.
"I'll think about it." I said.
"Alright." He smiled. Min grabbed my hat off, and dove his fist into my hair and rubbed it fast. Making it hurt more than ever.
"Stop it! You know I hate that!" I yelled.
"I know. That's why I do it!" Yoongi stuck his tongue out at me, and ran down the hallway to his next class. He had History which was to far away. He was already late to class from the start, but who cared.

At that moment I then realized that I was going to be late for English class. The most boring teacher I had. I got into class at the last minute. I could hear the bell above me ring.
"Park Jimin, I'm surprised. You actually made it to class before the bell. Sit down!" He scolded.

Minutes have passed. Long minutes, and Mr. Dung was still talking about this book we have to read.
"Now, Spring break is coming up in a couple of weeks..." He trailed off onto another lecture. I looked over my right shoulder, and could see a yellow sticky note being passed around. People were whispering, and girls were giggling. When the note came around to me it said

If you got this sticky note. We are inviting you to Nalia's cocktail party.
It's at 8:00pm sharp
In her house. She's got a pool, drinks, and joints.
Come join us. No phonies allowed.
😝
(Joint- Smoking drugs)
This note was a call for trouble, but I had no doubt's about this party. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. Learn to be happy again. Like the good old times. I turned to Taehyung, and nodded. I was so in. No doubt about this one.