Chapter I
HOOTERS HIGH SCHOOL

 Meet the heroine, Juliette Jones, and most of the main teenage characters. Meet the pompous, bigoted and overly modest, Vice Principal Ester Hosnair, along with her school cronies. Discover a few reasons why you will not like her.

Prelude    

A NEW TEACHER

It's early morning before the opening bell in front of Southern California's Hooters High School. Students are milling around, dressed mostly in a monotonous statement of dull. This is particularly true of the girls, many of whom are quite severely dressed in similar unappealing dresses that reach to the mid-calf level and below, their hair strapped tightly in buns at the back of their heads.

1950's and '60s cars line the parking lot.

Several male students, who appear to be juniors or seniors, are clustered about the school's entrance watching. Robert is talking. "What are we doing here, guys, looking for the best hairbun? Geeeeeeze! The Beach Boys would have to leave California if word got out."

Don, with a sly grin, says "Yeah, Mrs. Hosnair must be on another campaign, this time, The Prevention of Boners in Modern Society."  Then waving his arms, he laughs "I can just see her holding up the poster..."

Kevin, trying to look serious and raising one finger in the air, "Well, she didn't take into account the effect of breezes from Santa Ana winds, did she?"

Stu chuckling, "Winds or not, one look at Mrs. Hosnair and you couldn't get one for a month, and," pausing for a couple of chuckles, "I hear she braids the hair on her legs and, and, AND…."

Don cuts in, "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhh! Geeze, thanks for the thought. Yuucccckkkk. Spiiiitoooey!...I'm gonna need a stomach pump!"

About then a cute girl walks by, looks up at Robert with a sexy smile, and says "Oh, hello Robert," and then continues walking. There is no bun on this girl. Slim and 5'4" tall, she has long, beautiful red hair tied up in pigtails, and is wearing a white blouse with a pretty necklace. Her skirt length is barely below the knees but the colorful skirt clings to her figure like a glove. Robert is clearly distracted and longingly follows her figure as she enters the building.

Stu, "Uh. Who's that? Looks like Mrs. Hosnair's new campaign is failing."

"She's new. Name's Strawberry. Just moved into my apartment building a month ago. The damn Hosnairs already have it in for her just because of the little outfits she wears around. Uhhhh!" Then smiling and closing his eyes, "She's got the tiniest bathing suit…it's probably smaller than Mr. Hosnair's brain…ohhhhh! And she's got this birthmark…."

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