This is the tale of how our favorite bohemians got into my bedroom and began solving my problems.

THE CLOSET

Once upon a time, a young girl named RentFreak sat on her bed with her homework. It was about 9 pm. She had procrastinated again and had homework in five subjects.

SUDDENELY

FROM HER CLOSET

CAME NOISES.

"Aggh!"

"Mimi! get off me!"

"Oy Vey!"

"There goes Mark, with his Jewish heritage!"

"Ok, WHO HAS MY MOBILE PHONE?"

"Pookie? Pookie, where are you? I'm scared. Poooookie?"

"Roger, put down the darn guitar and help me!"

RentFreak looked up as seven adults emerged from her extremely small closet. She immediatley recognized them from her favorite movie, RENT.

Collins, Angel, Mark, Roger, Joanne, Maureen, Mimi.

"YOU'RE REAL!!!!!!!" she cried quietly.

"YES!" cried the gang.

"YOU'RE IN MY CLOSET!!!"

"YES AGAIN!"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY CLOSET!!!!!!!"

Joanne, the leader who is awesome and kicks butt, took charge.

"We were sucked through a magic closet while trying to turn on the heat in the loft."

"My closet is a wormhole...loophole...porthole?" said RentFreak.

"Apparently so. Anyway, could you give us a place to stay for the night? Um, without your parents catching us?"

A FEW HECTIC MINUTES LATER IN WHICH THE PHRASE "SNEAKY! LIKE THE SNEAKY SNEAK SNEAKILY SNEAKED TO THE SNEAKING ROOM!" WAS UTTERED

Mimi, using her contortionist powers, was snuggled in the linen closet. Roger and Mark were hidden in the attic, Maureen was in the "bombed out room" (heh heh...it really exists in my house...), Collins and Angel were hidden in the locked-up old front hallway that nobody uses in our house, and Joanne went back into the closet. Lucky lucky Joanne.

And nobody, especially RentFreak, knew how screwed-up her life would become...

Well, i don't know if I will continue this. PLEASE PLEASE review and maybe I will. Also check out PYRO, my other story.