The first day of being a senior at Rydell High. It was like hell, the small teenage gangs such as the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies. Some of the most popular teens in Rydell. The school wasn't known for the pristine students and the best sports team. It was currently lunchtime during the first day. The discussions of the pep-rally and the national bandstand studio doing a live broadcast for their senior dance.

The T-Birds were happily sitting and messing around on the bleachers and openly mocking the schools awful sports teams. A few girls are sitting away from them and whispering happily to one another about boys and classes.

"Hey, uh, Kenickie, you want a piece of dalami?" Sonny smiled and scoffed while chewing on his sandwhich with his mouth open. "Are you kidding? If I eat that, I'll smell like you." The snarky remark from the older boy sent a wave of mocking laughter through the group and a few glances from the others hanging around.

"Hey, any of you guys see that new chick at registration? Oh, she sure beats the foam domes around here." Kenickie groaned and shook his head as he readjusted. That quickly got Danny's, Doody's, Sonny's, and Putzie's attention. "You mean her jugs were bigger than Annette's?" Sonny questioned.

"Nobody's jugs are bigger than Annette's." Kenickie laughed while taking a drag of his lit cigarette.