Second semester, senior year; Spring was here, everyone was ready to experience the best part of being in high school. Little did any of us know what was ahead of us, or that something as trivial as a Powderpuff Football game could change our lives forever. .
It was a beautiful Sunday morning in May when I woke up. I gathered all of my ingredients, including the ones my father had suggested: .
" Bring towels. Oh yeah, and why don't you bring some chocolate syrup?" "Be careful Lauren. Remember how you felt last year!" I shrugged his words off, and ran to the car. My adrenaline was sky high. I felt like I"d drank five Mountain Dews. I couldn't believe the day had finally come! .
When I got out of the car I couldn't believe my eyes. The sun was blazing and there was a crisp feeling in the air. All of the leaves were finally green, but all I could see were bright yellow bodies. The forest was full of kids. Everyone from my grade was there: The president, the star basketball player, the honor roll kids, the punks all of the stereotypes. It didn't really matter, because the only people we wanted to see weren't there yet. They were waiting for our call: the infamous call from the senior girls. I ran up to one of my best friends, gave her a huge hug, and said, "Can you believe this!" Her response, "I can't believe Powderpuff is today." I couldn't either. It was one of those surreal feelings. That's when the pre-party started. .
Two kegs and about 100 seniors gathered in Chippily Woods. The only conversation was about what was coming up which girls had it coming, and which were going to be doused with what substance. For the first time ever, I truly felt like our grade was finally united. My high school was basically a teen movie. Football was huge, and our basketball team actually went Downstate that year. The pom pon squad and the cheerleaders were rivals. Money flowed like water in my town.
