"Okay children, I have some news," said our sexually confused teacher Herbert Garrison, who somehow always followed us up a grade. Everyone kept chatting. Garrison's news mattered about as much as moot.

"I SAID SIT DOWN AND SHUT THE HELL UP!" shrieked Garrison. Everyone started and looked at the older man.

I leaned my head on my fist and examined my long blonde hair for split ends. A quick profile:

Bebe Stevens

13 years old

Birthday: March 12th

5'5", 108 pounds

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and killer fashion sense. I love to shop, straighten my hair, and sing. Which is a surprising fact about me.

"Bebe Stevens, did you hear a word I just said?" Garrison yelled, looking enraged.

"No," I said timidly, flushing as every pair of eyes in the class turned to me.

"I said," huffed Garrison, "the 7th grade is having a musical. I just asked you if you wanted to go post the sign-up sheet near the gym. Bring Wendy because you might get distracted by a magazine ad or something."

"Right," I said, standing up and snatching the clipboard from my asshole teacher. "C'mon, Wendy."

Wendy and I walked in silence down a couple halls and then Wendy turned to face me, a serious, somber look in her brown eyes. She was a good four inches shorter than me, super smart, and had perfect, silky hair, which undoubtedly helped her to snatch her steady boyfriend, well-known jock Stan Marsh. Perfect girlfriend material, flawed only by the fact that she had no boobs to speak of.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked warily, hugging the clipboard.

Wendy's face underwent a series of changes from solemn to ecstatic in 0.5 seconds, then she began to SQUEAL. So loudly several kids from the sixth grade looked round at us, frightened.

"Bebe, this is it!! This is our chance to shine! Aren't you frigging excited? Oh my God, we haven't had anything like this since fourth grade! Remember Brydon Guermo? Oh my God, I'm going to explode!" she shrieked, then began a mad dance around me. I stood and began to smile too. Truth was, I loved to perform. And I'd definitely love a big part.

"Post it on the wall, stupid!" yelled Wendy in my ear. "I wanna see what it is!"

I taped the sign-up sheet to the corkboard near the front office and stood back to admire the neat lines, the bold script, and the little comedy/tragedy symbol in the top left corner.

GREASE!

A modern, modified version of the classic tale!

Below were a list of major characters you could sign up as, and the opening night date.

"Oh my god, dude, it's flippin' Grease! This is heaven!" I sang, twirling around with Wendy. We looked at each other, giggled, and dashed back to class.

(a/n: Oh my god, this is so exciting! It will get better: for now it's just an introduction, extremely short, but it will get better. Review plz.)