A/N: Just an idea when I was thinking about all of the characters past. Pre-RENT Yes I am still doing Not My mother but I wanted to post this before it left my head. I'll try to update every other week at the least.

"C'mon baby, you're always with Mark. Can't we go do something ourselves? There's a new horror movie coming out tonight don'tcha wanna go?" complained April leaning against Roger's locker as he grabbed his books for the weekend.

"I'm sorry babe. I really wish I could but I got tutoring today, you know I need to keep a 2.0 if I want the band to go on."

"Our biggest gig was Mark's Bat Mitzvah. And to be honest I don't like Mark much."

"And I don't like your friend Missy."

"Maureen. Don't call her that. She's not a snob she's just dramatic."

"Then why don't you two go to the movies?" he said shutting his locker closed and slinging a backpack on his shoulder

"Because she's always busy on Fridays." April said as Roger began to walk away "Listen, I don't hate Mark you know that, I just wish we could spend more time together, it's almost like you always have an excuse to NOT be with me."

"I love you, and if I could I would spend the rest of forever with you, but right now I need to get to tutoring and you need to get to your bus."

"Fine. I'm holding you to see that movie with me." She kissed him

"Of course. Anything." And they went their separate ways.

Roger waited in the parking lot for everyone to go home and then made his way back into the school. He didn't like people know what was going on with his personal life. He walked down the cold empty halls of Scarsdale High until he reached the senior wing. He wondered if he'd ever make it here, ever pass the ninth grade.

He opened the door. "Roger good to see you've joined us." There was a group of kids sitting in a circle, the one whose voice he heard was the teacher Ms. Kratze "please take a seat." She said motioning to one of the empty seats. "Okay let's start with names." And they went around the circle telling names

"John."

"Kaleb."

"Krissi."

"Marzi."

"Greg."

"Mike."

"Danielle."

"Summer."

"Roger."

"And I'm Ms. Kratze. First I would like to thank all of you for coming. It takes a lot of strength for people to admit they have problems…" Roger slumped in his chair he hated the introductions, it was all the same. High my name is blank. I need help with blank. Lots of crying and lots of crying, Roger hated all of it. But he'd rather be here than home. "And that is all I would like to say." She said finishing the lecture Roger had ignored "To start off the day I want everyone to talk about how they are feeling today. I see some old faces, and new ones, so why don't we start with telling the others how to introduce ourselves Marzi?"

"Okay, um. Hi my name is Marzi."

"Hi Marzi." The group said in unison Marzi? What type of name was that? No wonder she was here, she must be an alien thought Roger looking at the ground head between his knees.

"And today, I guess I'm feeling-"

"Sorry." Said girl as she rushed into the room leaving the door open "Sorry I'm late; I had some trouble finding the room."

"It's okay dear please take a seat next to Roger." Said Ms. Kratze motioning to roger who was still hung over his knees.

The brunette nodded her head and took the empty seat next to Roger.

"So Marzi please continue."

"Good." She finished and after that Roger tuned out and tried to talk to the girl next to him. He wasn't going to be paying attention. Not that he ever did.

"So what are you in for?" he asked casually

"If I knew you were here I wouldn't have come." Snapped the voice. He knew that voice. No it couldn't be. He turned and saw none other than the famous drama queen of them all Maureen Johnson. Now what would she be doing here.

She didn't need to be here, he had nothing in common with a selfish bitch like her. She was perfect, she was popular, and she didn't deserve to be here. She was probably going to stand up with some sob story about how her dad said she couldn't go to a movie with her friends.

"Okay now that we have that down. Would you like to introduce yourself?" Ms. Kratze asked nodding towards Maureen

"Sure." She let her shoulder bag slide to the ground. "Hi my name is Maureen."

"Hi Maureen."

"And today, I feel like shit."

"Why?"

"Because my dad beat me twice as much as he usually does."

But maybe Roger was wrong. Maybe she had more in common with him than he knew; the door finally closed and on the outside hung a sign written in big bold letters.

GROUP COUNSELING DO NOT DISTURB