Roger walked beside his little sister Randy. An outsider might have guessed the two were dating because they looked so different and were very close. Roger was a tall blonde punk rocker with a ton of muscles from swimming all summer, and Randy was a tiny brunette with glasses and a very petite frame. Both of them had blue-green eyes, but Randy's were more noticeable because the glasses magnified them.

It was the first day of the school year. Randy was a freshman, and Roger was a sophomore. They walked past the fountain, where all the popular kids hung out, past the front steps, where the nerds sat doing extra credit work already, and past the bike racks, where the skaters were showing off. Their destination was a large shady oak tree, the hangout for the artists. Mark was their waiting for them with his camera in hand. He turned the focus towards them.

"And this, my future viewers," he laughed, "Is my best friend Roger and his little sister Randy."

"Mark," Randy laughed, "Put the camera down now."

"Make me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Not even five minutes into the new school year, and Randy is already threatening the boys," Mark said to his camera, "Roger, how do you feel about that?"

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about her," Roger shrugged, "I don't think she'll have a problem with getting the older boys off her back. However," he continued, "I still have to worry about you being picked on."

"Thanks Roger," Mark replied sarcastically, "Now I can't use this cut."

"What Mark? Don't want your 'future viewers' knowing you were a total wimp in high school?" Randy reached up and messed with his hair. Instantly, he attempted to replace it, but Randy grabbed his hand to stop him. "Please, at least now it looks somewhat presentable in a high school scenario."

"Do you two get some sort of sick satisfaction from making me look like an idiot?"

Randy and Roger looked from each other back to Mark and nodded. "Of course," Mark rolled his eyes. Suddenly, one of the buses pulled up. Mark finally changed the camera focus to watch people get off. Collins was the first one off, then Benny. Mark, Roger, and Randy waved them over.

"Hey everyone," Collins greeted them, putting his arms around Roger and Randy's necks, "Nice to see we have a new addition to the future alphabet city bohemians."

"Alphabet city?" Randy asked, shrugging Collins' arm off.

"It's a neighborhood in Manhatten, Randy," Benny explained. "We've had a plan that we are going to move to a part of the country where we can by our artistic selves and be away from our-"

"Hypercritical parents," Mark finished. Randy nodded. Suddenly, Maureen showed up with her 'boyfriend of the week', Matt Langhouse, one of the most popular boys at school.

"Hey everyone," she greeted. Everyone murmured a quick hello, but the bell rang before more could be said. All of them rushed to their homerooms.

Mark and Randy were in the same homeroom. It was an honors mixed homeroom. Randy was glad she knew someone and ecstatic it was Mark. In her mind Benny was a snob, Collins scared her a little just because he was about twice her height and could break her like a toothpick, Maureen was immature and a total flirt, and Roger, no matter how close they were, was still her brother and wouldn't quit hovering. Randy and Mark were close friends and told each other everything.

"Welcome to Scarsdale High Randy," Mark joked, holding the door open for her. She laughed and flipped her hair playfully over her shoulder into Mark's face.

Mark couldn't believe that she had done that. He wanted to tell her his feelings right then and there. Randy's hair smelled like flowers and berries. No, he told himself sternly, she's just a friend. Plus Roger told him that it would be weird for him to date his sister.

Roger was in the music room for homeroom. Figures, he thought, it's the only teacher that can handle me since it's the only class I like. He walked in, a little unsure, considering he knew no one in the class. He took a seat and quietly remained there for the rest of homeroom, only noticing one person in particular. The teacher said her name was… April? That sounded right, but he couldn't recollect.

Collins had the homeroom Mark wanted, the audio/visual lab. Though, he knew Mark was happy being in the same homeroom as Randy. He sat down next to a Latino boy, and found out his name was Angelo (he would later, unknown to the teens now, become Angel Dumott Schunard).

Back in Randy and Mark's homeroom, the hippie boho teacher strolled in casually and sat at her desk. The second bell rang, and everyone who wasn't already in a seat took a seat. The morning announcements blared over the intercom, but Mark and Randy weren't paying attention. They were having their own hushed conversation.

"Do you know if Roger found anyone since Lizzie moved to Oregon?" he asked her.

"Not that I know of," she shrugged, "He really thought he would he would marry her."

"Yeah, I know. It's terrible isn't it?"

"I predict this is only the first of many bad experiences in my brother's love life," Randy predicted.

"What makes you say that?"

"Just a guess."

A sudden mention of Randy's name over the intercom stopped the conversation instantly. "Would Randy Davis please report to the main office," the secretary droned dully. Mark gazed at her with a hint of silent laughter on his face.

"New record for getting in trouble isn't it?" he taunted. She glared, got up, and walked towards the office, nervous as to what they wanted her for.