Tyler Joseph - Random Short Stories.

15 Year Old Rosie

Warnings: profanity. Depressing topics.

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Highschool sucks.

It's like immediately once walking into the doors all you see is judging eyes and mischievous smiles. You can't trust anyone, and that's exactly how Rosie felt.

All of her friends— well, she wouldn't exactly call them friends— were all deceitful devils. They all had a plan of ruin hiding behind their eyes. They would watch her every move like a snake watching and waiting for their pray to make a mistake.

She was on a thin piece of thread in that highschool, and they all were basically waiting for her to lose her balance and fall to her death so they could brag about it like demons bragging about themselves. No one would care if she actually lost her balance and plummeted to her death. Well, maybe her parents — especially her father— but not a single soul in this building would shed a tear. Yes, they might hang up posters, and reminders of the one lost soul. But they won't weep. They'll only post a picture of the girl, using the cry emoji as if it sells the lie as real.

It's not real.

No one cared. No one ever cared. But maybe that was a good thing.

"Rosie Joseph. Get to class. I don't want to see you in these empty halls again." The principle disciplined, pointing her way down the hall. Rosie took a deep breath, closing her locker with a loud thud and slowly beginning her way to class. She never heard the bell. She was to busy day dreaming a nightmare. However, this wasn't a nightmare. It was very well true.

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"Oh my god, what are you wearing?" Tailey Smith let out a small mocking giggle, before patting the seat next to her.

"It's my dad's band." Rosie said quietly.

"Oh, that emo shit? Yeah... I'm so sorry for you. But it's okay, you're apart of our group that means you're a happy sunshine like us, right?" She smiled.

Funny, Rosie didn't think snakes could smile. She held back her comment, and smiled back. "Yeah, I don't get him sometimes."

Tailey sighed, leaning in to whisper, "You really shouldn't wear that here. People are going to think we're emo. And guys don't like that, trust me." Rosie sighed, nodding a little bit. "Do you want my jacket? You look cold."

Rosie snatched her jacket rougher than she intended, flinging it over her shoulders. She wasn't cold, and she knew Tailey didn't care if she was cold.

"Hey guys." Marisa Adams placed her plate down, and Rosie smiled at her red headed friend. Marisa was nice. She actually seemed to genuinely care about Rosie, and she didn't totally flip in disgust at what she was wearing, which was a bonus.

"Hey Mar." Rosie smiled, her white teeth radiating. Marisa scarfed down her mash potatoes as if they came from Sonny's. Rosie and Tailey scrunched their noses. They both 'Eww''d at the same time before laughing.

"How can you eat that shit?" Tailey said after holding back her giggles. "It smells like garbage."

Marisa rolled her eyes before taking a sip of her water. "I didn't have breakfast today." She smiled for a split second before frowning. "My mom and dad were fighting again."