Ok. I decided to write another sequel to this. Just a reminder, this isn't real, the kids aren't real. It's just something I love to write out. This took place in the early 90's in New York City. This talks about the apostles kids, and their parents meeting each other again. I felt chills while writing the prologue of this because it looks interesting to me. So again, this ain't real. It's all made up.
Children of Godspell
Michael- son of Merrell. 14 years old.
Crystal- daughter of Joanne and Jerry. 14 years old.
Kyle- son of Katie. 16 years old.
Will, Mckayla son and daughter of Lynne- 13 years old/ 8 years old.
Emma- daughter of Robin, 13 years old.
Jessie- daughter of Jeffrey, 10 years old.
Summer- daughter of Gilmer, 7 years old.
Once upon a time, a little family drives in a minivan on the bridge traveling to New York, a father driving, a mother sitting in the front passenger seat, and they're daughter in the back seat. She listens to music and reads a magazine full of juicy gossip.
"Ah, New York!" The father says happily, "taking a trip down memory lane…"
"It's been like what, 18 years already? Wow!" The mother sighed and turns back to see her daughter reading. "Honey? Crystal? We're here." The girl took off her headphones and puts down her book a bit annoyed and then looks at the city skyline.
She smiles happy to live in her favorite city in the world. Though she misses her home, and her friends in Illinois, but she felt so happy about to live her dream.
Crystal is a 14 year old who was born in Chicago. She lived there for a while until her parents finally decided to live in New York. They lived in New York when they were in their 20's and then met. They moved out of New York first thing after they met and got married. She got the comedienne and flamboyance from her parents. Her parents told her the story many times about how they met, but not really where.
A boy slides down the road in his roller blades with three pizza boxes he's holding. He heads to the apartment door down in the lower east side.
He skates until a crack in the road tripped him and the pizza boxes flew onto the ground and one pizza covered with anchovies and pepperoni went all over his helmet. A nametag also went into the cheese revealing that the delivery boy's name is Kyle.
"Who ordered anchovies?" He asked himself while two people at the hotdog stand looked at him and laughed. Great he thought I'm going to shower for life.
He stood up and took off his helmet which was "pizzaed." He sighed and said to himself, "I should've gotten a job at a Chinese takeout."
Kyle is 16 years old and living with his mother in the lower east side. After school, he would work at a pizza parlor. With him and his roller skates which is his favorite hobby, they hired him to deliver pizzas around the streets nearby. He felt the job was fun at first, but it became harder, especially when he doesn't get paid much. His mother always tells him things will be alright.
"You're grounded."
"Dad. I did better this time."
A father and son were yelling at each other because the boy didn't do so well in school.
"If you hadn't been fooling around, you would've gotten straight A's. I want you to get accepted to Carnegie Mellon in the next few years."
"Dad. I ain't going to CMU. I ain't going to any college in the world. All I want is to have a job."
"Listen, Michael. When I was you're age. I wasn't that bright, but I try my hardest and did get good grades. You have to graduate and get your job. Which means raise those grades. In the meantime you're grounded until you raise them, so no TV, no Pac-man, no hangouts. And that's that."
The boy grumbled and opens his notebook to write math equations.
Michael is 14 years old and living with his father a few streets away from central park. He was smart until he starts slacking on his homework, and cutting class. He's not the brightest out of everyone else. He hates being in school to learn. He wants a job instead of going to college.
A girl is in her room playing with her recorder. She has a concert coming up, and her music teacher instructed her to play "hot cross buns." She has been practicing for hours and didn't stop. Then there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." The door opens and her father appears in.
"Jessie? Is it ok if you can relax? You've been playing for a while."
"I know daddy, but I really want to keep on trying."
"Jess. I played the recorder when I was young. I played numerous songs. It takes practice. But sometimes, we need to relax. Besides, the concert is in a few weeks."
"Ok Daddy. I'll stop." She puts her recorder down and then walks out of the room.
Jessie is 10 years old. She lives with her father in Midtown east. Just like her dad, she plays a recorder. She also has a lot of energy and sometimes won't stop. She never rests until she gets it right. Also, like her father, she is so hyper that even her father tells her to calm down.
A little girl has been playing with her mom's makeup for hours attempting to be like her mother. After she was finished, she puts on her fake wings and a crown, and she takes out her fairy princess wand from her toy box in her room in the apartment.
She skips around and then looks in the mirror smiling at what she had done. She went to find her mother; she looks around and walks past the hallway, through the kitchen and even through the dining room until she found where her mom is.
She was asleep on the couch with bills everywhere. Her glass was askew and mumbles something incoherently, which gives the girl a plan.
She went to the bathroom to get lipstick and eyeliner and came back to the room. She drew a mustache on her face with eyeliner to make it funny, and then took lipstick and made hearts on her cheeks and a star on her forehead.
As soon as she finished her mother jerked awake, she sat up rubbing her temples, and she saw her daughter smiling, "hey baby," she mumbled and then sees the red lipstick over a smile. "Sweetie, you know you aren't supposed to play with mommy's makeup." All the girl did was just giggle at her mom's look.
"What's so funny?" Her mother asked. Then she stood up and went to the mirror nearby and then gasped. The girl laughed at her mother's reaction. Her mom shook her head smiling and then comes to pick her daughter up, "alright Summer, after we get the makeup off, let's go make lunch. I bet you love bologna? Don't you?" The girl nods as she went into the kitchen.
Summer is 7 years old. She lives with her mother in the upper east side. She loves to do things based on the stories her mother tells her. She wants to be like her mother because she is like a best friend. She would always have her mother by her side to cuddle, especially at night when she climbs into bed with her.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You're not going to see a movie with me and my friends," a boy argued to a little girl. She went into her brother's room in the apartment and shouted back, "I want to go. Mommy said so."
"She did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"DID NOT!"
"What's going on here?"
The two kids looked to see their mother standing in the doorway.
"Mom," he shouted, "Mckayla won't stop following me and do everything I do. I was about to go to the movies, but I can't because of her."
"Will," his mother began, "Mckayla just wants to have fun. Just give her a chance." Mckayla smiles at her mom, which made Will angry.
"I took her to see a few movies. This one is for just me and my friends. I want to go alone."
His mother sighed, "Listen, I have to leave in a minute. There is no one to babysit her. You're going to have to do it."
Her son got mad and then stomped out of the apartment and slammed the door. Mckayla follows him out.
"Will?"
"Don't talk to me. Ever."
Will is 13 years old. He loves to hang out with his friends, but is always annoyed by her little sister. Every day after school, he goes with his friends to a hangout at the end of the street. He lives in Harlem with his family.
Mckayla is 8 years old. She really wants to be like her older brother. She is also a bit of a show off. She is always confident and brave. Her mother thought she took the characteristics from her when she was young.
Down in the Greenwich Village a group of pre teenage girls ride on their skateboards across the street laughing.
"I can't believe we pulled it back there," a girl said laughing.
Another girl agreed. "That has got to be the greatest prank ever! Emma? Are you coming to smoke?"
"Yeah. I'll be right there." She ties her sneakers and catches up with the others.
Emma is 13 years old who lives only with her mom. She is a tomboy who hates wearing dresses and skirts. In secret, she smokes cigarettes with her friends without their parents knowing. She's not really a bully, but she isn't nice. She hangs out with her friends most of the time, and since then, her and the mother's relationship grew apart.
I'll post more if you want me to keep going.