This is my first attempt at writing Rent ff. So be nice. This is post rent(2005). Its about Rodgers daughter. Hope you like please review. Sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes.
Prolog- December 1990
"We are here today to mourn the passing of a wonderful girl. Mimi Marquez. So full of life and hope…." The pastor went on. Rodger wasn't listening though. It was December 1990. Everyone was there, except Mimi. He still hadn't really accepted the fact that she was gone. "Rodger she's crying again why you don't hold her for awhile." It was Joanne. She had been holding Angel for most of the service, but she had started to cry again. Angel was the only thing Mimi had left Rodger with, and he didn't know if he could even take care of her. Angel was only 2 months old, and was born with aids. Rodgers only hope was he wouldn't die and leave Angel all alone. "Thank you everyone for attending." The pastor had finished. Rodger stood to exit along with everybody else Angel still in his arms.
"Rodger take her for a little while" Mark whined. It was right after the memorial service and Mark was already worried about Rodger. Maureen and Joanne stood quietly in the corner, while Collins was lying on the couch; He to had taken a turn for the worse. And nobody was sure how long he had left. That was the case with a lot of Marks friends these days. Wondering how long they'd live. Mark still had his career with the news company and his film had won an award at an independent film festival, but he had more pressing things on his mind at the moment.
Collins couldn't believe it, Mimi and Angel were gone. He had recently quit his job and NYU due to the fact that he couldn't make it to work anymore. He was steadily getting worse. He knew Rodger was too, but Rodger had always been good and hiding those things. Especially now with him having Angel to take care of there was no way he would admit it. He still couldn't believe Rodger was a father. He doubted Rodger could believe. Collins biggest fear was with Mimi gone he would stop writing music; he had been close to having a record deal. Now that Mimi was gone no one was sure of anything.
Chapter 1
"Angel get up! Rodger is going to kill me if you're late to school again." Mark said shaking the sleeping girl. Angel slowly opened her eyes. She was in the apartment she had always lived in, not in Hollywood where she had dreamed she was. Angel was 15 and had lived with her father and his best friend Mark for as long as she could remember. As she was often told by there good friend Maureen a lot had changed, though a lot had stayed the same. They still lived in an old loft in alphabet city, which was next door to the strip club where her mother had danced. He father still didn't have time for her and was still trying to make it big in the music business. And they still lived the Bohemian life style. Lots had changed though, as she was told. Maureen and Joanne had flown to Denmark and gotten married. Maureen finally had a real job, a theater teacher at Angel's high school. Mark was making documentaries, and had won some awards. And despite what everybody had thought, Collins was still alive and was teaching at NYU. "God Mark I'm up! Speaking of being late didn't you have an interview with some producer?" Angel said emerging from her bedroom. "Shit! I knew there was something I forgot. See you later I have to go." Mark said rushing out the door. Angel laughed, Typical Mark. After eating breakfast Angel decided that she probably should go to school, Maureen had threatened to tell Rodger if she skipped again.
"Angel guess what!" It was Keith. Keith was Angel's oldest friend. Keith was Collin's adapted son. Even though he was a year younger than her they were both in there sophomore year. "I have to get to homeroom, tell me quick." Angel said, not wanting to get in trouble with Rodger. "Joanne says she can get me a summer internship with her law firm!" Keith said smiling. Keith had always wanted to be a lawyer. Angel wasn't sure what she wanted to be. "That's great Keith! I'm really happy for you. I have to get to class though, or Rodger will find out and kill me." Angel said rolling her eyes. "Ya he'll probably make you sit through another one of his practices. I still don't get why you don't call him dad though." Keith said laughing and walking off. Angel didn't call Rodger Dad because she couldn't think of one thing he had done to deserve the title. If she was going to call anybody Dad it would have been Mark, but she had always refrained from doing so. Angel sighed and headed off to class.
After sitting through A.P Psychics and Advanced History Angel decided she had had enough learning for one day. She would get the homework online later. Not that her teachers really noticed or cared if she wasn't there. As long as she continued to ace all the testes they marked her as present. It was sort of an unspoken deal. Angel left the building and after situating herself on a park bench pulled out her cell phone and called Chris. Chris was he other oldest friend. They'd been friends since first grade. "I assume your cutting?" Angel said not even bothering to say hello. Chris cut almost more than her. He had gotten him self a job designing clothing for a little store in Soho. "Of course I'm not is school honey. I had to see what the lady thought of her dress. By the way she loved it. I'll meet you at the life café in 20 minutes. Kisses. Bye." Chris said hanging up.
