Authors note: it was nice to get such a good response from the first chapter. I forgot how much of a awesome fandom you guys were. I'm not happy with this chapter at all so I don't expect great response. I had trouble writing most of it but I felt like a one-shot would have been really cheap. So this is part 2 of 3

Disclaimer: not mine, only borrowing.

Mimi Marquez never liked Easter very much. She never knew the joys that an Easter basket brought and never got to enjoy a strawberry jellybean (something she had always wanted to try). She had decided to put her childhood behind her and ran away less than a year ago. This was going to be her first Easter alone and even though she hated the holiday, she missed her mom. Her mom could make what seemed to be the worst thing in the world not that bad. Whether it was being dumped or getting a bad grade. But now, Mimi was on her own. It was cold, dark and rainy, and when you're living on the street that's not good.

"Hey, kid." A voice said somewhere in the dark

"I'm not a hooker." Mimi said immediately.

"I never said you were, come here I wanna give you something."

"What is it?"

"Ever heard of smack?"

"No."

"Well, for a small price it can make all your troubles disappear."

Angel was quite nervous. She walked down the stairs; well, actually she tripped down the stairs, in her new pair of pink platform shoes. It was Easter dinner at the Schunard house and the entire family was going to be there. Angel thought that this was going to be the perfect opportunity to tell everybody about her decision. Still, she was really nervous, even if she did look beautiful.

"You'll do fine" she told herself.

She was dolled up in a glittery purple skirt and green top (to show the Easter spirit.) It was her first time in drag and she didn't know how her family, especially her dad, was going to take it. When she finally sat down at the table Angel's mom smiled at her reassuringly. Nobody spoke for a minute, and then Angel's dad said in a calm and menacing voice "Get out. Pack your things and leave."

Mark had his face pressed nervously by the front window of his house. It was the day before the last night of Passover and he was nervously waiting for his acceptance letter to Brown University, at least he hoped he was accepted. He didn't see a reason to why he shouldn't be.

"Mark, get away from the window, oh you smudged it!" Mrs. Cohen chirped as she came into the living room.

"Are you sure there was no mail from yesterday?" Mark asked desperately, it was nearing the end of his Senior year and if he didn't get accepted into a college soon he was going to have to go to Scarsdale Community College.

"I don't know I didn't check, why don't you go look?" Mrs. Cohen said irritably.

…about five minutes later…

"MOM! MOM! I GOT IN! It says my roommate is Benjamin Coffin the 3rd. I wonder who that is…"

"Shhh! Not now, honey, Buzzline's on!"

"That show's so sleazy."

Benny Coffin was in his room, he had just finished putting on a suit and tie and was making sure everything looked okay.

"Hey good lookin'" he said smugly as he winked into the mirror.

"Yeah right, who am I kidding?" he snorted, coming to himself.

This Easter was a very important Easter for the Coffin family. They were going to have very important guests tonight and Benny had to look and behave his best. This Easter could decide his family's legacy and his future in the outside world. The family that was joining them for dinner was supposed to be one of the richest in New York. So Benny couldn't really afford to mess this one up.

"Benny! The Grey's are here!"

Maureen had always loved Easter, granted, it was a boring holiday, but still, getting the candy and having family over was something she always enjoyed. She felt especially lucky to have a family to sit with on Easter. So when she saw what was on T.V. that night she got really, really angry.

"Hi! This is Rebecca Read with your Hicksville nightly news! Tonight is a special night for celebrating and time with family, but for a few of our neighbors in the lower east side it looks like it's not going to be a happy Easter after all. The police have been evicting homeless families from the abandoned houses in the lower east side, without any regard to the fact that it's Easter and about 40 degrees outside. Somebody needs to do something! Now to Richard Campbell with the nightly weather forecast!"

"How dare the police do that? Mom, dad, did you hear what's happening to those people! Somebody has to do something about this, it's just…terrible. I can't believe it! Someday, I'm going to fix this and everybody will be thankful for what I did, and not only will I be famous, but the homeless people will be happy again!"

Tom Collins had forgotten it was Easter. He was planning his trip to Rome and was so immersed in his plans that he had forgotten. He was sick of living in America. There were too many rules and he felt like he was suffocating. On his trip he was especially excited to see the Parthenon. He felt like he needed to do something new. He wouldn't exactly call himself a genius, but he knew he was meant for greater things. Collins got up, stretched and saw that he had a message on his answering machine.

"Hi, Tom, this is Bridgette from the local health clinic, we have your HIV test results and we would like you to come in so that we can discuss them as soon as possible, thanks!"

This was the happiest day of Joanne Jefferson's life. It was the last day of her last class at Harvard University. She was graduating a year early and she was going home to her parents for Easter. She was nervous to go home though. How was she going to tell her conservative Republican parents that she was a lesbian? Well, she hoped that they would accept her for what she was. She had done exactly what they wanted her to. She had straight A's all through school and she was one step away from becoming a lawyer. If her parents didn't accept her decision what was she going to do? They were what she fell back on. She didn't really have anybody else.

This was the worst Easter Roger had ever had. He was living in a crappy apartment with his band mates who kept on trying to get him to try heroin. He had been considering moving in with his new friend, Mark, who was living in an industrial loft. He was sure it was a lot better than this piece of shit place he was living in. All he really wanted was to be alone so that he could play his music and not be disturbed every five minutes.

"How the hell did I end up living like this?" he would often ask himself.

"Hey, Roger, your mmmmmooommm called again. Does somebody miss his mommy?"

a/n: yeah i know it's not that good. review though with some constructive criticism so i can make the next chapter better. thanks!