Yea! I'm back!

Mark focused!


So, the next day, everyone went to school.

"Mo, do you wanna eat lunch together?" Joanne asked Maureen.

"Sure!"

Mark walked down the hall, alone. He stopped at a large poster on the wall, it was announcing auditions for the school musical.

Hmm... maybe I can direct.

Mark spotted Roger down the hall.

"Hey, Rog! Wait up!"

"What? Oh, Mark."

Mark trotted down the long stretch of hallway, and somehow managed to do it without swinging his arms. Maureen walked by the two.

"You know, Mark, you don't move your arms when you run." she chuckled "It's weird."

"Yeah... my chiropractor says it's a problem." he paused. "Didja hear about the school musical?"

She rolled her eyes. "Duh."

She left them standing in the hall.

"Oh my gosh, Roger! Do you see that?" Mark pointed towards Angelo and Collins standing near the water fountains.

"Wow."

"I know! I can't believe someone spilled cherry soda on the floor!"

Mimi walked towards Roger and Mark. She looked like a slight Madonna knock-off. Big hair, lots of jewelry, the works.

Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare, don't...

"Why are you staring at me?"

Crap.

"He likes your- um..." Roger struggled for an answer.

"Nail polish! Is that like... magenta?" Mark exclaimed.

"Yeah...".

"I'll just... I have to... Class! I've got- I've the class!" Mark ran off.

I'm so bad at this!

Collins, Angelo and Maureen were standing in the hall, getting ready for class.

"Hey! Cohen!"

"What? Who's there?"

"Just me, Collins." They all snickered.

Angelo tried to make conversation. "So... the musical, Wizard of Oz, right?"

"Omigod! Really?" Maureen practically screamed.

Calm down, Mo.

She continued, "I mean, look at this face. Are you looking? This is the face of Dororthy!"

Uh... no.

"When I am cast, I will not be the Wicked Witch! I mean come on- this face would be terrible in green!"

Oh, how wrong she is!