It's Called "Walking Fast"

I usually walk fast down the hall to get to class because I have two classes that couldn't be farther apart. So I'm walking quickly down the hall passing everyone who is going slower than a snail and all of a sudden Mrs. Frank appears! She likes to yell at us students, it like a hobby of hers. She once almost gave me a 2 minute lecture about the dangers of skipping down an empty hallway and how I might injure others.

She singled me out and pulled me out of the mass of 7th graders who were rushing away in fright. "What do you think you're doing?"

I could have pretended not to have any idea what she was talking about, but me being a good student decided to tell the truth.

"Walking fast."

"That was not walking fast! That was running as fast as you can!!!!!"

Apparently she's never seen me run, I go way faster than that. She went on and on about the dangers of running in the hall and how I can injure myself and others and when she was done I had a minute to go halfway across the building to my next class.

How did I make it in time?

I walked. Quickly.