Yes, this does have to do with RENT, the character's name's are just different. And they are a bit OOC, but they need to be for what I'm planning. You can probably tell who they are, though.

Michelle walked down the hall of her new school, her mom's old brown messenger bag on her shoulder. She looked around, and blended right in. This was a mostly Hispanic school, seeing as it was in the neighborhood for it. She looked at her schedule; her first period was history. Room 112. She didn't dare ask anyone for help – she knew the old "send the freshman fresh meat to the wrong spot haha" trick. She found room 137, and the room to the right of it was 135. She looked to the left, and, sure enough, room 139. She followed the numbers down until she reached a wall… with the number 121 beside it. She slumped against the wall, closing her eyes. A bell rang somewhere above her.

Shit! Michelle thought. I'm lost and now I'm going to be late.

She saw a pair of sneakers in front of her, suddenly. Great, and I'm about to get beat up.

"Hey." A light, friendly voice same from the mouth connected to the sneakers. "You look like you could use some help." The boy kneeled down and peered into her face.

"Where are you trying to get to?"

Michelle looked up at the boy. He had a nice enough face, and honestly looked like he was going to help her, not torment her. "Room 112," she gulped.

The boy smiled. "C'mon. I know the way." He helped her up, and led her a little ways back down the hall, and around an easy-to-miss corner. There were rooms 100-120.

"History?" the boy asked.

"What?"

"Do you have first period history in this room?" he was so patient with her.

"Oh, si."

"So do I. You better go in first, they might get ideas. I'll wait here for a bit."

"But, won't you be late?"

"Chica, worry about yourself, okay?"

Michelle walked in only seconds before the second bell rang. Phew. I'm not late. She watched as the rest of the class began to settle down. There were still people mingling, but as people sat down, Michelle mimicked them as closely as possible, without seeming like a stalker. The clumps of people were settling towards the middle, and she knew from experience that sitting in the front was a bad idea. She took a seat in the very back, somewhat near the corner. She saw the helpful boy sneak in and smile at her. She smiled back. Looking in her bag for a notebook, she heard footsteps coming towards her. She saw a familiar pair of sneakers next to the bag. She smiled at them.

"Hola, again."

"Hola. I don't think we were introduced. Mi nombre es Michelangelo. I'm mostly called Mike, though."

"Mi nombre es Michelle. And people call me Michelle." She laughed a little at her joke. Mike took the seat next to her; no one was on her other side. Mike caught her looking at the empty desk.

"Don't worry about it, chica, I know this school like the back of my hand. I'll help you out." Michelle smiled at him, and the teacher walked in.

To be continued.

Thoughts?