"GOOD MORNING TOKYO! JINTA ARAKI HERE, BEGINNING YOUR DAY THE ONLY WAY: MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC!"
"IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! DON'T BE A SLOB! DON'T GET A JOB! GO BACK TO CLASS! YOU CAN PASS!"
"NOW TO START THIS DAY OFF FINE, TIME FOR AN OLD FAVOURITE OF MINE…"
I saw my problems and I'll see the light
We got a lovin' thing, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go too far
We start believin' now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growin' pain
Why don't they understand? It's just a cryin' shame
Their lips are lyin', only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got a groove, it's got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure, and we throw away
conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin' now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got a groove, it's got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
This is a life of illusion, a life of control
Mixed with confusion - what're we doin' here?
We take the pressure, and we throw away
conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin' now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got a groove, it's got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
The air bustled with life as students swarmed Juuban High School for the first day of school. School hadn't even started yet, and already students had grouped together with their friends into predetermined 'cliques', reminiscing about the past summer.
"Hey! Give me that!"
"What are you doing? You're supposed to bury this!"
"That's my lunch!"
"Your old lady made you lunch, Yuuichirou?"
"She does it every year on the first day!"
Yuuichirou jumped after a small bundle that his two friends were taunting him with, throwing over his head and holding just out of reach. The three boys all wore the uniform of Juuban High with their own special flare; a leather jacket, adorned with white lettering on the back; the insignia of Juuban High's T-Birds.
The three continued to struggle over the lunch before catching sight of another T-Birds jacket.
"Hey! Mamoru! Mamoru!"
"Mamoru!"
Homemade lunch dropped and forgotten, the three droogs ran to greet their leader, the tall, dark-haired, dashing Mamoru Chiba. Mamoru met his followers with a self-righteous smirk plastered on his face, catching one in a headlock while playfully shoving the other two away.
"Yuuichirou! Asai! Motoki! How are my boys?"
"Where you been at, Mamoru?" Yuuichirou gasped, straining under Mamoru's grip as he tried to break free from the headlock.
"Yeah, Mamoru! Where you been all summer?" Motoki asked.
"What are you, my mother?" Mamoru sneered, getting in Motoki's face as he pushed Yuuichirou away.
"I was just asking."
"I was working, which is more than I can say for you bums."
"Working?" Asai repeated.
"Lugging boxes at Bargain City, moron."
"Nice job." Yuuichirou snickered.
"Bite me." Mamoru growled, smacking the brunette boy on the back of the head. "I'm saving up for some wheels."
"You want to hear what I did?" Motoki asked excitedly.
"No." Mamoru intoned, lighting up a cigarette.
"Hey look!" Exclaimed Asai, pointing towards the school. "There's Haruka!"
Hearing her name, the blonde turned, half a cigarette dangling from her lips. A wry smile crossed her face as Yuuichirou, Asai and Motoki rushed up like overexcited puppies to meet her, Mamoru stalking coolly behind.
With her short, messy hair, broad shoulders, male uniform and leather T-Birds jacket, Haruka could easily be mistaken as a boy. She was far from out of place among the T-Birds; pulling pranks, causing general havoc, and making fruitless romantic advances on the majority of the female student body.
Throwing the butt into the nearest bush, Haruka was thrown into an enthusiastic group 'bro-hug'.
"Hey. How you guys doing, huh?"
"Hey, Haruka!"
"It's good to see you again!"
"So, how's my favorite dyke?" Mamoru sniggered, raising his cigarette to his mouth. But before he could even wrap his lips around the rolled tobacco, Haruka had snatched it away.
"You know I don't appreciate that term." She said, dragging on the lit cigarette before promptly placing it back in Mamoru's mouth. "But I'm fine, thanks for asking."
Mamoru chuckled. "You see any new broads over there?" he asked suggestively, gesturing to a group of girls over by the parking lot.
"Nah," Haruka replied. "Same old chicks everybody's been with."
"So, what'd you do all summer, Haruka?" Asai asked.
"I was hanging around the beach, you know. You know."
"Oh, with the chicks hanging around you?" Yuuichirou asked, nudging Haruka in the ribs.
"Man, Yuuichirou; the only thing that hangs around you are the flies." Asai laughed, slapping Motoki a high-five before punched him.
"So, how was the action at the beach, man?" Mamoru asked.
"Oh, it was flipping."
"Oh. Pretty crazy, yeah?"
"Yeah. I did meet this one chick, though. She was sorta cool."
"You mean she puts out?"
Four heads turned in the direction of the comment.
"Oh, come on Yuuichirou," Haruka sighed. "Is that all you ever think about?"
"Freaking A!" Yuuichirou replied, putting on his sunglasses as the first bell of the school year emitted its shrill call and the T-Birds made their way inside.
"Do I look okay, Minako?"
"Sure." The preppy blonde girl replied, nodding towards her blue haired companion.
"I'm really nervous."
"You look terrific, Michiru."
Michiru smiled at her new friend before scoping out the large building that would be her school for the next year.
"So this is Juuban High."
"Yep. You'll love it here."
"I loved it at my last school. I wish I was there now." Michiru sighed. "Still, I'm no stranger to heartbreak…"
"Why? You got psoriasis?"
The pink convertible pulled up to the school, idling momentarily before a blonde girl stepped out, sighing as she got a look at the school in the distance.
"Well, here we are again." She remarked, pulling up her sunglasses as she spoke.
"Yep." Her tall, brunette friend replied. "But this time, we're seniors."
"That's right, Mako. And we're gonna rule the school. HAHA!"
"Come on, Usagi," the raven-haired girl silenced her blonde friend's laughter. "That is SO adolescent."
"We ARE adolescent, Rei." Mako shot back.
"Yeah, but we don't have to flaunt it!"
"Alright, girls," Usagi began, replacing her sunglasses and pulling her bright pink jacket marked 'Pink Ladies' over her shoulders. "Let's go get 'em."
"Berthier, do you have the knew schedules?" Juuban High's principle, Setsuna Meioh, briskly walked through the school reception area, trying to get everything in order before the new year officially began.
"Oh yes! I just had my hands on them."
"Oh good," Setsuna noticed the stains of jam on her secretary's fingers. "They'll be nice and smudged."
"Here we are, Principle Meioh!" Berthier handed over the documents to her superior, licking her fingers afterwards.
"Berthier, these are the schedules we couldn't find last semester." Setsuna sighed, handing them back. "Maybe next year, you'll find the ones for this semester."
"Damn!" A dark haired teacher in brown overalls stalked out into reception. "I got Chiba AGAIN. And it's the first day of school and ALREADY my castor oil is missing."
Sighing, Koan dropped her papers onto the reception desk and put her head in her hands, not noticing the blue haired student standing beside her.
"How many days left 'til Christmas vacation?"
"86."
"86?" Koan turned to Michiru, a look of utter disbelief on her face.
"I'm counting."
"Ugh." A disgusted look crossed the teacher's face as she left for her first class.
"May I help you, dear?" Setsuna asked, seeing Michiru standing around with a rather confused look on her face.
"Oh, sorry. My name is Michiru Kaioh, and this is my first day. I'm not really sure where I'm supposed to be."
"Oh. Well, welcome to Juuban High. I'm Principle Meioh. I'll just get you to fill out these forms, then you can be on your way." The principle gave a warm smile as she handed Michiru the papers before leaving out into the hall.
The bell rang again, and in a matter of seconds the once busy hallways were empty. Except for five leather clad delinquents.
"Jeez, every teacher I got this year has flunked me at least once." Yuuichirou whined as he inspected his timetable.
"If you don't watch it, Yuuichirou, you'll wind up in Meioh's office." Motoki warned.
"Don't worry. This year, she'll wish she'd never seen me."
"Oh yeah?" Asai questioned, skeptical. "And what are you gonna do?"
"I'm not gonna take her crap, that's what I'm gonna do. Cos I don't take no crap from nobody."
"Mr. Kumada?"
Yuuichirou whirled to find the object of his rant, one Principle Meioh, standing in front of him with a bemused expression, arms crossed.
"Oh. H-hello ma'am."
"Shouldn't you be in homeroom?"
"Well, I was just walking…"
"You were just dawdling, weren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Mr. Kumada, that is no way to start a new semester."
"No, ma'am."
"Perhaps a session of banging erasers after class will put you on the right track."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, are you just going to stand there all day?"
"Yes ma'am. I mean no ma'am. I mean…"
"Which is it, yes or no?"
"No ma'am."
"Good. Then move."
And with that, the principle resumed her purposeful stride down the hall to her office. Yuuichirou just stood there, dumbfounded, until Haruka put her arm around his shoulder.
"I'm glad you didn't take any of her crap, Yuuichirou. You would have really told her off, huh?" she snickered.
"Yes ma'am. No ma'am." Asai mocked as he came past.
"Hey, shut up!"
"Hey, it's Umino!"
The gang crowded towards a lone boy climbing the stairs, circling around him.
"Hey, Umino! Shake, buddy!" exclaimed Asai, offering a hand to the spiky haired boy whom, upon shaking hands, was shocked by the Joy Buzzer on Asai's palm.
"Aww, did that hurt?"
"Hey, what's wrong? You're wearing glasses!"
"Yeah, I got astigmatism." Umino said shakily.
"Aww, too bad!"
The sound of chimes rang out over the intercom, signaling the beginning of morning announcements. After a few seconds, Principle Meioh's strong voice echoed throughout Juuban High.
"GOOD MORNING, BOYS AND GIRLS, AND WELCOME TO WHAT WILL SURELY BE OUR GREATEST YEAR AT JUUBAN MUNICIPAL HIGH SCHOOL.
SATURDAY NIGHT WILL BE OUR FIRST PEP RALLY. NOW, I WANT TO SEE PLENTY OF SUPPORT FOR COACH DIMANDE AND THE JUUBAN RANGERS. IF YOU CAN'T BE AN ATHLETE, BE AN ATHLETIC SUPPORTER.
NOW FOR ONE OF THE MOST EXCITING THINGS TO EVER HAPPEN AT JUUBAN HIGH: THE NATIONAL BANDSTAND TELEVISION SHOW HAS SELECTED JUUBAN AS A REPRESENTATIVE JAPANESE HIGH SCHOOL. THEY WILL BROADCAST LIVE
FROM OUR GYM LATER THIS YEAR. IT'S OUR CHANCE TO SHOW THE ENTIRE NATION WHAT BRIGHT, CLEAN-CUT, WHOLESOME STUDENTS WE HAVE HERE AT JUBAAN…"
But the Senior homeroom never got to hear the rest of that announcement, for a girl screamed and ran out of the room in tears after finding a dead frog in her purse. Laughing hysterically, Haruka slapped Mamoru a high-five, congratulating her friend on the achievement. It was the first time the two of them had shared a homeroom. Yep, it was certainly going to be an interesting year…