consider us butt kickers

You didn't know that my high school is number one in the state? Well, we are. 

My alarm clock went crazy around 7 in the morning, all because my best friend decided she wanted to go to Vilonia's last track meet. Honestly, I've never supported my school until this year and that's only because I've finally found real friends to go with that aren't completely boring. And so the road trip began with our gas station donuts and fruit punches, we were off to Hot Springs determined to get a tan in our cut offs and shorts. That determination got us nowhere because we honestly got no sun. The weather man should be ashamed of the bold face lie he told my IPhone, because while my phone said "it's supposed to be real hot" reality said "haha.. bring on the clouds and hide away the sun before they get here, go go go!" 

I'm not complaining though because I got to experience my first track meet and support some of my senior friends that I will probably never see again. So, even though my skin tone remains the same at least we brought home a huge trophy.

We kicked BUTT.