Salty Juniors

The eve of the 21st of September, the night of our homecoming cheerfest.  The class of 2012 had our cheer on lock, meaning it was legit.  Showing everyone our 2012 SWAG.  Cheering like heck to win in our nice blue shirts with our blue gloves and taped wrists, we were awesome going in.

"Seniors we know we bad".  The seniors were very confident in their cheer, we knew it by heart.  Every part of it we did it with 110%, we really wanted to win.  All of our preparation, hard work, and sweat went into this cheerfest, not that it was our last but we haven't won anything yet.

Ending our cheer with "Go Seniros" loud and proud we knew we did good.  All we were waiting for was the results.  3rd place was the sophomores, we knew 1st was either us or the junios.  And second place goes to...the juniors, and the seniors jumped up and start yelling our loudest.  We knew at that moment we won.  Before announcing second place there was a long silent pause, just this alone was building our anxiety and our anticipation.

"Who dat think they beat the seniors who dat, who dat"  While chanting this cheer we were overwhelmed of how we won that no matter if it were to rain we wouldn't care because we were so happy then we started to celebrate, big time.  From this point this is where the other classes thought they did better and we were junk.  Every other class was being haterz, not wanting us to win.  Juniors espicially, they were cheering finally, and give you because of what we did, we showed class and school spirit by not starting anything.  This is what happens when people get poor sport when others win.