Y/N p.o.v.

It had been one week since school started, and I was so done with it. This was the last year of high school though, meaning, after we graduate, me and my best friends, Josh, Tyler, and Sky, were all going to move out of this stupid hell hole, called Columbus Ohio.

We were gonna buy a house somewhere close to our college, so it would be easier to access, and since there was gonna be four of us, it wouldn't be hard to pay for.

"Is Y/N ready?," I heard Josh ask mom from downstairs.

"NO. NO I AM NOT," I shouted from the top of the stairs.

"Oh come on, I have to get to work," my mom said, slightly annoyed at my childishness.

"Fine," I muttered.

As I was going down the stairs, I heard my mom whispering to Josh, but I couldn't quite form out what it was.

"Let's go," I said as I grabbed Josh's arm and pulled him out of Misery Building 2.o. Misery Building 1.o being, you guessed it, school.

"Goodbye Y/N," my mom called as I was halfway to Josh's car.

"Uh-huh"

I let go of Josh's arm, to pull open the door to the back seat of his car, to find Sky on her phone.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Sup," I replied. "Where's Ty?"

"Oh uh..." Josh replied nervously, closing the driver's door, "he got a ride to school with Deliaa"

A look of confusion crossed my face as I asked, "Why?"

"I uh- don't know, they just started talking actually," he replied, still looking nervous.

I guessed it was because he and Sky knew about what Deliaa did to me back in grade school. Tyler was the only one who didn't have a clue as to why my mom had to chop my hair, shoulder short, back in first grade. Or why I had that scar behind my ear.

"Huh," was all I said. It wasn't Tyler's fault, he didn't know what a cocky roach Deliaa was, or more like is. I never really got around to telling him, actually. Although, wondered how he didn't already know himself.

"So you're okay with all this, Y/N?" Sky asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I can't control Tyler, or his life choices," I shrugged.

"Alright, if you say so," Sky responded.

I shot her a questioning look before I looked out the window, then through the front window, the sun was shining as bright as it could. And we were following it. You could say we were driving towards the morning sun.

A/N:
That was my first chapter haha. I know it isn't all that good but I'm trying here fren. Anyways, I'll be ending each chapter with some tøp lyrics so here it goes,

"Let it be said,
what the headache represents,
It's me defending in suspense,
It's me suspended in a defenseless test,
being tested by a ruthless examiner,
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts,
I do not have writer's block,
my writer just hates the clock"
- Twenty one pilots

Bye