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Just Another Day

     So I'm just going to introduce myself, Im Sarah. This is my first story,and it will also be written from the main characters point of view. It will also consist of things from my personal life and what I hope will happen in the future (like date Josh Dun, but I know that won't happen lol). Also, I own none of the rights to their lyrics, but I will be using some of my own lyrics SO DON'T STEAL THEM! Some of the story might also be found triggering, with mentions about depression and anxiety. So if you are sensitive to those topics, I would not advise reading. That being said, ENJOY!

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     I scream as loud as I possibly can, they're in the crowd  doing the ending to Trees. Confetti is falling, drums are beating, and people are screaming. In that moment I knew where I belonged, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Hearing everyone sing those dismal lyrics was comforting... knowing that I wasn't the only one that survived for this moment. I looked over to my three friends that came with me, Emma, Kaitlyn, and Julanni. We're all screaming, and I'm near tears, and Emma is crying like a baby, but I don't blame her. I watch as Tyler and Josh finish the song, confetti still raining from the sky, when everyone including myself shouts the last 'Hey!'.

I slowly open my eyes, only to find my room mate and  good friend Emma shouting at me, "Hey! Sarah! You're gonna be late for work!" I bolt out of bed, nearly hitting my head on my book shelf in the process and thank Emma for waking me up again. I almost always sleep through my alarm, due to me having trouble sleeping. I ended up going to bed at 2 am the night previously, and I my alarm is suppose to go off at 7 am for work.
As I run through the narrow hall of our apartment I glance at a clock, and scowl when I see its 8:30. My street car leaves at 8:35, so I yell good morning to my other roommate Julanni, who's just waking up and honestly looks like she just got out of a coma, and head out the door.

The street car stop is not far from my apartment, but I'm cutting it close. I didn't have time to have breakfast unfortunately, so I'm pretty darn hungry. Like all you can eat buffet type hungry.
The street car ride is short, and only 10 minutes so I don't bother with a seat, and I stand instead. I try to be as nice and considerate as I can to people, especially because I know most of them have a longer ride than me. The one thing I absolutely hate about heading to work though, is how tiny the street car is. Being in this small confined metal box on wheels, jam packed with people, is not very comforting to me. And to top it all off, almost every morning there's some creep at the back who cat calls, or just rudely stares at me. Then there are the real creepy ones that try to get you to go back to their place...ugh.
Of course this morning there's the real creepy one, and even worse, he's sitting right beside where I'm standing. The creep honestly smelt of alcohol and cigarettes. He stood up and put a hand on my shoulder, leaned close to my ear, and said in a very non sexy voice (mostly because he sounded like his lungs were burnt to a crisp), " Wanna have some fun? I bet you're even better looking underneath all the extra layers." Wow... no one has ever been THAT creepy, I push his hand off my shoulder and I hear another voice behind me. "Dude, leave her alone, you don't say that to a girl," he said as he stepped in between me and the creep ,thankfully. At this moment I would have preferred even Donald Trump to get in between me and this pervert. And I REALLY don't like Donald Trump. The perv gave him the most hateful look I've ever seen, but quickly backed off, moving back to his seat a few feet away from me. The whole time I was just staring ahead, trying to ignore everyone, but something made me look at him. Maybe it was the familiar voice, or the fact that he probably saved me from being sexually assaulted, but I turned my head. "Are you alright?" he asked, and at that moment I realized I was starring at Joshua William Dun from my favourite band, Twenty One Pilots.

I couldn't breath, and I felt my face getting red. But somehow I managed to say " Y-yes, thank you." and to my surprise, he moved closer and asked in a hushed voice, "Do you want me to stand here so he doesn't try anything again? I really don't mind." I quickly accepted, mostly because of the creep, but also because it was Josh Dun. Of course this fateful day I just HAD to be wearing my Twenty One Pilots band tee that I got from the concert. Josh chuckled and said "So, you like Twenty One Pilots? It's nice to see someone who likes my band. I'm Josh by the way." I really didn't know how to answer that, I mean I'm not gonna say that I already knew who he was, that'd be creepy. I also wasn't about to tell him how obsessed I was with his band. So I settled for saying " H-hi, I'm Sarah. And yeah, I do really like your band..." And at that exact moment the street car stopped and I had to get out. Just my luck. Here I am, talking with someone I'll probably never see again. Surprisingly,before I started to walk off Josh asked for my number. That made me stop dead in my tracks. Luckily there were quite a few people getting off, so I had enough time to give him my number. I walked off the street car and Josh said "I'll text you later! Have a nice day, Sarah!" I honestly couldn't believe that happened, I just nearly got sexually assaulted and saved by Josh Dun all in one morning. Not to mention he has my number. I can't believe it. Hopefully I'll see him again.

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So, what did you guys think? Too short of a chapter? Too long? Not enough description? I NEED CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK! Either be sure to tell me here in the comments, or on my TOP instagram account, odetomyfrens. Thank you for reading. Also, I was listening to Regional At Best while writing :) Sorry Kaitlyn for not really mentioning you yet, and sorry Jules for making you sound so sluggish when you're tired. And Emma, I'm not sorry for making you seem like a cry baby. I know you'll cry when you see them live.