(Lights up on Junie B.'s DADDY dragging her across the stage to her classroom, JUNIE B. fighting with all her might.)

JUNIE B.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

DADDY

Well, here we are, Junie B.! First grade at last!

JUNIE B.

I am a wreck.

DADDY

Just think, there's a whole roomful of brand new friends just waiting to meet you. Don't you want to meet them?

(MAY flounces by, stopping and glaring. She sizes JUNIE B. up and down, gives a disdainful groan, and walks into class, nose in the air.)

JUNIE B.

No thank you.

DADDY

There's nothing to worry about, Junie B.! I promise. You're going to love first grade.