I Skip Down The Hallways Of High School

Proudly.

Usually in the five minutes I have between first and second block, where I have to get from the far end of the top floor to the other side of the bottom floor. I started because I needed to move fast, and my daily dose of coffee or tea is beggining to kick in. I’ll turn the first corner sharply and usually end up bumping into someone. “Hi I’m Bridget and I’m taking the world by storm” is what my face reads, because I am not smiling. Internally I am leaping with joy, and begin to hum the tune of the day that is stuck in my head from the moment I wake up.

My best friends name is Niamh, and it is pronounced like sleeve. Neeve. Spelled Niamh. She puts up with me and I will be eternally grateful for that. We’ve known each other since kindergarten and have evolved alongside each other. We like the same music and comedians, take mostly the same classes, though she switched into Mandarin Chinese while I kept with French. Sometimes we carry out our conversations in French, not using proper grammar or verb tenses, and sometimes saying an English word with a French accent if we don’t know the right word. This is the type of friendship that every person can only hope for, but I have it.

I have my second block class with her, and she will “be forever judging me” for skipping and humming, and then proceeds to tell me about myself, age twelve. I smelled like candy, and was eternally high off the constant sugar feed, despite being 5’3” and weighing less than 80 lbs. I loved the Jonas Brothers and Webkinz. Niamh has always been much more mature than I am, was, or ever will be.

I don’t think I will ever stop skipping and humming in merriment, even when I graduate. I will skip around my college campus, and skip through the building in which I will end up working.

I will be a constant song.