Chapter 1
We don't own RENT, but it owns us
Mark's POV…
I couldn't believe it was July already. June just flew by, and now I was being shoved on a bus with 20 other kids, and being shipped off to a camp with the so to be members of my school. They wanted us to bond with the kids at Scarsdale and "Hicksville" because they were becoming conjoined for high-school.
Going to camp with Roger and Collins wouldn't be so bad, because we're all friends, but some of these other kids I don't know about. There was the girl with long hair and a short skirt, the overly hyper girl that was sitting next to the other girl and across from Collins in the very last seats. Then there were the two kiddie-corner from me; a tall Latino boy and a short black girl. And then behind was of course Roger.
"Cut it out!" I yelled as I took the pencil he was poking me in the head with.
"But I'm bored," he said giving me another jab. "Jabby, jabby, jab, jab, jab,"
"One more jab and I'll break that thing in half!"
"You wouldn't break Pen?!"
"Oh yes I would,"
"A pencil named Pen," the hyper girl said.
"Yes," Roger said nodding as he continued to jab me in the back of the head.
This was going to a long bus ride.