Author notes: It's been awhile since I've written. This is my first RENTfic so be easy on me…okay? It's an easter-ish fic. Oh, and there are no certain ages for the kids. They're in between the ages of like 7 and 13…yeah.

Rating: g-pg

Pairing: none

Summary: It's Easter/Passover for the RENTers.

Disclaimer: We can all hope and dream, but alas it's all Jonathon's.

Benny hated going to church on Easter Sunday. It wasn't that he didn't like Jesus, but he couldn't see the preacher past the ladies with the big hats, and his suit was killing him. It was about 80 degrees in the chapel, or at least it felt like it. His mom wasn't making things any better. She kept on telling him to straighten his tie and to pay attention, which was impossible since he couldn't see what he was supposed to be paying attention to. To cure his boredom, little Benny resolved to drawing pictures of skyscrapers bearing the name "Benjamin Coffin and co." on them. After the church service his parents were talking non-stop about the preacher's message and how fantastic it was to see the Grey's there. Benny had no idea who they were but they sounded important.

Mark Cohen pressed his face up to the living room window. He was so jealous of the little boys and girls playing with their chalk and toy bunnies, which they got in their Easter baskets, no doubt.

"Mark, get away from that window it's time for Seder… Mark! Come here. Oh my, you've ruined your hair, here let me fix that" Mrs. Cohen blabbered as she pulled her 8 year old son from the window. His face left a large imprint.

"Mom, how come I can't celebrate Easter too?" Mark whined.

"Because you're Jewish, sweetie. We've been over this a hundred times. We celebrate Passover."

"Fine", Mark sighed as he sat down at the table in between his sister and mom. Wishing he could be playing outside with all of the other kids.

Lola Marquez tried in vain to brush her daughter's hair. Mimi's hair was a jungle compared to regular hair. It was her fault too. She never brushed it and after hours on end of playing outside with the kids on the street the curls would turn into frizz. Mimi's squirming wasn't making the job any easier.

"Mama I don't care what my hair looks like I just want to go and watch TV! Madonna's new music video is on!"

"Okay, go." Lola said, defeated. Mimi ran back to the TV and was immersed in Madonna's voice and dance moves. Lola felt like the worst mother in the world. She couldn't even afford to buy her daughter Jellybeans much less an Easter basket. Mimi didn't look too disappointed, though. This wasn't the first East that Mimi had gone without, and it wouldn't be her last.

Mama, when I get older do you think I'll be as beautiful as Madonna?" Mimi asked hopefully from the living room, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Chicka, you can be anything you want to be."

Tom Collins loved Easter. Not only was he able to load up on candy but he also usually got a new robot toy that he could disassemble and then put back together as he saw fit. The only problem was that he didn't have anybody who wanted to help him on his robot adventures. Everybody else was playing with jump ropes or Tonka trucks. Tom knew he was different. When he started reading at age 4 and doing multiplication by age 5 he knew he was special. He wished he could have a group of friends that could look past his specialness and like him for who he was. Until then, it was just him and his toy robots, and that was enough.

Maureen Johnson was bored out of her mind. She was so beyond these kids in her Sunday school class. Mrs. Jones's voice was blurred out of Maureen's mind as she stared at Freddy Saturn, the cutest kid in her class. She wanted to impress him, but how? 'A song should do it', she said in her mind. In a matter of seconds Maureen was on top a chair, shushing everybody around her.

"Now, I know we all find Mrs. Jones's comparison between Jesus and the Easter bunny entertaining, but, I have a better way of learning about the resurrection." Without thinking, Maureen started shouting in a singsong voice:

"Once…Upon…a time… there was a lady…named Mary. She was pretty awesome. She got knocked up by the spirit and had a baby, named Jesus. He was also pretty awesome."

Mrs. Jones stared at Maureen in what was a mixture of awe and disgust, too shocked to do anything. The kids stared at Maureen in admiration.

"Now, Jesus wasn't just one of the coolest people to ever walk this Earth, but he also could do something alcoholics all over the world today would kill to do. He could turn WATER into WINE. Not only that, but he resisted the devil's temptation for 40 freakin' days! And Satan offered Jesus some pretty rad stuff too."

Mrs. Jones had finally come to her senses and was trying to pull Maureen off the chair; however, the little girl resisted and continued bellowing.

"And, let's not forget my peers, that Jesus also did the COOLEST thing of all when he died on the cross! Let's give it up for the big J.C.!"

The entire class clapped and whistled as Maureen was yanked off the chair and pulled over to her parents in the chapel during the Easter church service.

"Mrs. Johnson, I don't know what you teach your daughter at home about etiquette, or if you taught her anything at all! But please do not bring her back into my classroom until she learns to control her urges to create anarchy and disorder in my Sunday school classroom!"

Roger Davis was locked up in his room. Clad in plaid pajama pants and a beat up ac/dc shirt. Easter didn't really matter to him. It was like all of the other holidays. He would put on a nice shirt and pants, greet his extended family with the same fake smile and then go up to his room and hide away. He had been doing it since he was little. The solitude of his room was far more comforting than any family get-together. It wasn't that he didn't like people; he just hated the hypocrisy and fakeness of it all. Whereas his guitar was real, he could hold it in his hands and it would do exactly what he told it to. If he wanted to play a sad song, he could do it. If he wanted to play a power ballad then there was nobody to tell him otherwise. He couldn't wait until he was old enough to finally leave this town and head to New York City.

Little Angel was definitely had a knack for making things beautiful. He could see the ugliest thing and make glimmer and glitter with just the touch of a flower or the pinch of a smile. When he received his Easter basket that morning he had arranged all of the candy so that it surrounded the huge plush bunny that sat in the green plastic grass. It was like the bunny was in a dreamland of chocolate and jellybeans. He admired his work and when he showed it to his mom she smiled with pride. However, his dad looked at him with a grimace and said

"When are you going to start acting like a boy?"

Angel never decorated his Easter basked again.

"Kitten, don't eat too much candy or you'll spoil your dinner!" Mr. Jefferson said, laughing at his daughter who had chocolate smeared all over her face.

"Sorry dad!" she said hurriedly trying to wipe the chocolate off of her mouth.

Mr. Jefferson knew his daughter was born to win. She had the same sort of spirit and spunk that his wife had towards life and Easter was no exception. When Joanne had received her Easter basked she had lined up the candy from biggest to smallest. She even color coded the jellybeans. She always saved the Cadbury eggs for last though. Yes sir, his Joanne was never going to be a failure. She was going to live in a nice upstate New York home, get married, and have lots of little Joanne's running around.

a/n: what do you think? I hope nobody gets offended with Maureen's song, it was just something I could imagine Maureen doing. And I don't know if she's Christian or not, I know Idina Menzel is Jewish…oh well. Constructive Criticism is always appreciated. I may write more chapters for when they get older…who knows.