How I know

By Mya Bailey , High School Student

I’m on top of the stairway, on my way to class. I hear a panting tell and see my best friend a couple of metres away, breathing heavy and holding her hand out. Then she starts to run, knees up and hands swinging. I’ve come to learn this means she has gossip to spread. I smile to myself. I might be late to class now. As she begins to tell me something trivial, I notice her hands, moving dramatically and nearly hitting a passing teacher. After her little story she runs off and I go to class.