I'm sorry this is so short, but I wanted to get it out tonight for my faithful readers! Love ya! Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.
As soon as the banana was finished and Mark brushed his little teeth, he ran outside in the bitter air towards the bus stop, as he called it, tugging on his blue jacket. He reached the 'bus stop' just in time and boarded the yellow monstrosity carefully.
His head down, he took a seat right next to the bus driver. "Hello Mark." she said kindly, pulling the doors shut with a nifty lever.
Mark smiled. "Hi Rosie." He said softly.
The wrinkled, pudgy old lady looked at Mark through the mirror with soft brown eyes. "I like your scarf," she said, pulling her eyes away and putting her attention on the road, "Did you get that for Chanukah?"
The boy blushed and nodded. "Yes," he whispered, "Thank you."
'Rosie' smiled and remained silent for the rest of the ride. Mark was beaming. I liked this woman. She made Mark happy. And she'd complimented me, which was always nice.
Soon enough, we reached school and Mark ran off the bus before anyone had even risen from their seats. He dashed into the building, keeping his eyes on the ground. What was he running from?
I found out soon enough. "Hey," an older boy called, towering over Mark, "Look what we've got here! It's Moron."
Mark kept his head down as other boys joined the one teasing my friend. This had obviously happened before, and I was outraged. They had no right taunting my Mark!
The original boy pushed him to the ground. "Remember me Moron?" he asked, "It's your old pal, Ty. Doesn't your best pal Ty deserve some lunch money Moron?"
Mark silently nodded and pulled a crumpled five-dollar bill out of his jacket pocket. "Here you go," he whispered.
Ty smirked as he collected the payment. The other boys kicked Mark around a bit and then left. The now lunchless boy picked himself up, dusted himself off, and headed off to class. Who knew what kind of miseries waited there?