Before I begin the tale of Jamilla Tate and Josh Dun, I have to clear up some timeline shit before I get a billion questions about which era this takes place in(considering the college thing). This book will be divided into two parts: act one and act two. Act one will take place before twenty one pilots starts(jishwa is gonna be 18 so like college days babes) and then Act two will be Vessel days. Should I also hold a character contest for this book as well? hmmmm :)))))

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||Jamilla Tate||First Person||

Being late to class on the first day of college isn't the best choice that I could have made.

Thinking that I could survive a 7 AM class in comparison to a 5 PM lecture couldn't have been any better.

Ohio State University was not my first choice last year when I was applying to universities-- mostly because my parents weren't too keen on me leaving home to live in a Residency Hall. Dorms were always a no-no in my house, an idea that should never be mentioned to either one of my parents. The idea of me being an independent girl, the mere thought that I would be free from the tyranny that they subjected me to for eighteen years too long, that all might have been too much for them to handle. They would have rathered I attend my post-secondary education somewhere in Cleveland, somewhere close to 'home', but I couldn't even dare think about doing something that absurd-- staying near them. I hate my family with a burning passion-- my dad was a scum bag that couldn't say anything without being an offensive prick and my mother was an overprotective nutcase. I would rather jump off a cliff before I spent anymore time than necessary trapped in that city and trapped in that godforsaken house. Ohio State University was conveniently located in Columbus, Ohio, and the drive with good traffic separating Columbus from Cleveland was a little over two hours long.

I would take paying for my dorm room by myself (with student loans that I'll probably drown in for the rest of my life) and living off of thirty cent ramen for the rest of my college days working a shitty minimum wage job if it meant that I wouldn't have to breathe the same air that my parents did. 

So maybe I do seem like I'm overreacting to a lot of people by saying that my parents were these beings that pushed me into leaving home at eighteen to an entirely different city, but nobody actually gets how negative a home can get when your parents are essentially toxic waste bins. Not that anyone would really care-- I never really stood out in high school. I was a drifter, you could say. My eyes were never focusing on here and now but always the future, the place where I could dream of getting away from the nightmare that is my family life. I couldn't allow myself to think of the present for years because I was always planning for now, for this. 

And now I finally have it.

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"Does anyone know at all where they're trying to go?
And what if I don't care at all? Cause I don't mind letting it go, no no." let it land, tonight alive