In Junior High, everyone thinks they are so cool. We may only have been in eighth grade, but my friends and I thought we were so awesome. We even thought it was cool to have crushes on some of the boys in high school, particularly the seniors. My group of four friends and I had a couple of advantages to our crushes, my brother was a senior in high school our eighth grade year, and a couple of the senior boys lived in our neighborhood. We would go to football, basketball, and baseball games just to see the boys we had crushes on. Sometimes my friend would go to away sports games with my parents and me to see them. Though the reason my family went was because my brother played, but we had other intentions. The summer before our final year of junior high we hung around the neighborhood, constantly outside, to see if we could ever catch glimpses of the boys we thought were so hot. And, if we were lucky, some would be at my house and we would be able to talk to them, or just stare at them up close.
Our eighth grade year the four of us played volleyball together and we tended to gossip about the cute senior boys all of the time still. One weekend we had a volleyball tournament in Mt. Vernon, about an hour away from us. I cannot remember if we won the tourney, but I do remember the bus ride home. We had asked for the bus driver to turn the radio up so we could sing and dance to the songs on the local station. The station is called ‘Hot 96’. Sometimes people would call in and say, ‘This is so-and-so and we are HOT!’ In the back of the bus we had heard someone do this and one of us had a brilliant idea, we should call the station and say something. We were not sure what we should say and we thought for a little bit, and then we came up with the perfect saying.
After lots of giggling and making sure the coach was not watching us so we could use one of our cell phones we called the station. Somehow, after a couple of tries, they let us talk on the radio. For the sake of embarrassment, I am not going to use real names, only initials. This is what we said, “This is M, A, B, and Katie and we think G, K, B, and M are HOT!” After the call we were all giggling and laughing so hard and everyone else on the bus was confused to why we were laughing. As far as I know, the four of us never heard it on the radio, though I think someone told us they heard it. All I know is that we hope none of those boys heard us because I think some of them knew we had major crushes on them and that would have been more embarrassing than anything if they heard us on the radio confessing our undying hotness that we had for them.
I have not said anything to my friends about this for awhile, but I am sure if I did they would remember it just as well as I have and laugh as much as I did remember that summer and all of the silly things we did for the senior boys that we thought we just so hot.
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