I looked in the mirror and sighed. I'm a mess, I thought to myself. I pushed back my hair trying to make it look better. 

"YOU'RE GOING TO LATE ,TYLER!" My mother yells from the bottom of the steps. I look over at my clock and gasp. I quickly grab a random black long sleeve shirt and throw it on. I run downstairs ,grab my book-bag ,and leave. I hear my mom yell "Have a nice day!". 

I gradually stop running and start walking. I didn't actually care if I was late ,but I didn't want my mom to worry that I was going to be. She tries her hardest to keep me happy. For a long period of my life I was home schooled by her. Now were trying public school again. Last time we tried this I got bullied by almost everybody in the school and I hope it doesn't happen. It probably will. I'm not much of threat to anybody. I'm in high-school. All high-school students worry about is being buff. Girls won't like you if you aren't buff and guys won't either.

I looked up realizing I reached the school. It was my first day but for people that usually go here it was their third month. I walk in confused on where to go. I looked around for a front desk or something. I walked over and and lady looked up at me.

"Umm, I- I'm new here." I say. She smiles sweetly and asks "Are you Tyler," she looks at a piece of paper, "Tyler Joseph?". She looks back up and I nod. She's hands me the piece of paper. I look at it and it's my schedule. It shows what time it is at, what room number, and how to get there from the last class. 

"Thank you." I say and as I walk down the hall to first period, English. I knock on the door. The teacher looks at me and smiles, gesturing me to come in. She turns around from the chalk board as I walk threw the door. 

"This is Tyler, our new student." She says smiling, "You can sit over there" She pointed at empty seat by the windows. I quietly walk over to the seat and sit down. I look over at the clock then my schedule. Class is almost over.

. . .  

The bell rings and find my next class, Music. This class is were you would usually learn how to play music then perform. My mom talked me into taking this class to show my talents. She thought that maybe I can make friends from playing music. 

I walked into class and stood there awkwardly, waiting for the teacher to assign my seat. He looked over and say how uncomfortable I was and tapped my shoulder. I jumped and looked up at him. 

"Sorry," he apologized very quickly, "You can sit in seat 19". The seats were numbered and were in pairs. Of course 20 would be my partner ,with what, I don't know? I walk over to my seat and sit down. I see the teacher look at the doorway and walk over. I look down and play with my hands. The teacher walks back over to his desk and boy walked over and sat next to me.

He looked over at me "Hey". I was shocked at first ,but then I realized this is a normal thing you say to somebody. I stopped playing with my hands and looked over at him. He looked like one of those of tough punk dudes. 

"H-hi." I said, struggling to speak. What? This is the kind of dude that bullies me and I paired up with him?

He smiled warmly "My name is Josh. Yours?" He says handing out his hand for me to shake. I hesitate ,but shake his hand "T-tyler".

A/N 
   HELLO! This is my very first fanfiction.. so don't judge me. I'm accepting suggestions 'cause I have trouble coming up with ideas my self. So leave them down below and BYE!