TØP Øne Shøts

.:Missing Mr. Jøseph:.

*title page in media*
*trigger warning: self-harm and abuse*

Joshua had his headphones as loud as they would possibly go, sadly, they still weren't loud enough to drown out the voices, but they did a fairly good job. He ran his hands through his bright red hair, looking around his new highschool.

It looked the exact same as every other high school he had attended. It had its preps, jocks, emos, goths and the kids who didn't really fit into an official category, also known as Josh's people.

Well, perhaps you could call them the outcasts.

The lockers were the same squeamish shade of orange, the floor was still the same ugly beige tile, the walls covered in posters that read, "you can do it!" or, "we believe in you!" Josh found himself rolling his eyes.

Do they think their students are kindergartners?

His industrial boot clad feet click clacked their way down the hallway, all the way to a door that read 'biology', Josh's first class. He made it into the classroom, avoiding all eye contact as he threw himself down at a desk tucked in the back corner.

"Uhm, Mr. Dun? Mr. Dun!" The teacher yelled at Josh, whom pulled the ear bud out and glared at the yelling man in khakis and a white button up. "Since you are new, I'll let it slide but no headphones are allowed in class."

He unplugged his headphones, frowning at the muffled noise of his best friends lost voice, erupting from his headphones, screaming like he did when...

"Please take out your notebooks, class."

-

Time passed slowly, it always seemed to during school but he eventually found himself grabbing the multiple, black, three ring binders from his locker, tossing them sloppily in his backpack. Once they were all in there, disheveled, but in there, he zipped it up, throwing the sack over his shoulder as he started down the hall.

"Hey! Freak!" A boy's forearm slammed into Josh's chest, pushing him into a locker. A lock dug into his back, unforgiving. He cringed, looking at the boy who had him in a choke hold. Some kid he'd seen in his math class. Brendon Urine? He sure did smell like urine, so it was fitting.

"Whaddya think your doing staring at my girlfriend?" He motioned back to a girl, blonde, tall, skinny, slutty. She was wearing a crop top that was a bit too... Cropped. Tight jeans and seventy layers of makeup.

Not quite Josh's cup of tea.

"I-I wasn't staring, dude." Josh faltered as the boy pushed him further onto the lock. "My ass, you weren't, you must be a faggot." The boy teased with a smirk. No way in hell was Josh gonna let this kid off like that, he hated the very sound of that word. Josh's hair wasn't the only thing that was fiery on him. He brought his knee straight up, sending the boy reeling backwards, strings of profanities flowing from his pale pink lips in a very quick manner.

Josh ran as fast as his legs would allow, carrying himself three blocks down from the school, to his new home.

-

His dad had already brought the boxes in and Josh was ready to unpack one thing.

His photos of Tyler.