Disclaimer: I've begged, I've cried, I've bribed, cheated, swindled and dreamed, but I still don't own RENT.
Viva La Vie Talent Show
Angel's POV
Hmmm what's with the cute guy in the beanie? He seems kind of lonely; maybe I should go sit next to him. No, think straight thoughts, Angel, straight thoughts!
It was Drama class and Angel was bored out of his mind. The teacher couldn't control the class, so she told them to get into groups of seven and tell each other something about themselves. This direction had taken a fourth of the class period and Angel still didn't have anyone to be in a group with. She decided that her best bet was to sit with the kid in the beanie after all so he walked, or should I say skipped, over to him.
Collin's POV
I have no friends in the class- no wait, in this school- and this incompetent teacher expects me to sit in a group with six other god-forsaken people and play a getting-to-know-you game!
"Hi I'm Angel and I was wondering if I could be in a group with you!" said an unusually perky voice, interrupting Collins's stream of negativity. Collins looked up and discovered that the owner of that voice was the boy that he had been eyeing this whole class. At this point, Collins was also trying to make himself think "straight thoughts."
"Uh, Okay… I'm Collins, by the way." responded Collins in his low, melodious voice.
"Great! Let's go find five other people to be with us!" Angel chirped in his unusually cheerful voice.
Collins took a look around the room. "Our options seem pretty limited. There are only five other people left." Collins was not extremely happy about this. He was stuck with a wimpy looking kid, an emo looking kid, a hyper kid who could not keep her mouth shut, an incredibly quiet kid, and a kid who was dressing in exceptionally tight clothing.
Wow, thought Collins sarcastically, seems like a great start to an even greater day.
Roger's POV
Roger was in a group with Mark, which made him slightly happy but he did not know anyone in the group and he was not exactly itching to tell them all about himself. He was trying to think of something, but was spared the trouble when someone already started.
"I'm Mimi Marquez, and I can curse in Spanish." said a girl with curly, dark who Roger found to be extremely attractive.
"Really, I can too!" chimed in a boy with a delicately drawn face, and bright, dancing eyes. "Oh and so you know, my name is Angel."
"I can curse in Hebrew and Yiddish, and my name is Mark Cohen." said a boy with a striped navy and white scarf. This information did not surprise Roger after listening to Mark's mom go on a rant.
"My name is Tom, but please call me by my last name, Collins. I can curse in Latin." added a tall boy.
"My name is Joanne and I know how to swear in sign language." a mocha-skinned girl practically whispered.
"MY NAME IS MAUREEN JOHNSON AND I CAN SWEAR IN FRENCH AND JOANNE I THINK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND ARE WE EVER GOING TO LEARN SOME ACTING SKILLS AND THIS CLASS IS BORING!" a girl with bright green jeans practically yelled. Joanne blushed at the third remark.
All eyes were on Roger, and the people belonging to those eyes were expecting him to be able to curse in some exotic language.
"Uh, I'm Roger and I know every curse in the English language." everyone found this equally as impressive as being able to swear in something other that English. They spent the rest of the period teaching each other all of the words, but Maureen had a hard time not being heard by the entire class.
Maybe this class isn't so bad after all. Thought Roger, as he walked out of the room with what were now his six best friends.
So, how was it? I appreciate reviews that have constructive criticism or praise, but no flames please. I know this is sort of a slow start but I wanted to set the stage (no pun intended) for what is going to happen. The cursing part was random, but I couldn't think of anything else at the moment. Please review!