One Sunday when I was a second year Beehive my teacher, Jamie, stayed home from church. One of the laurels, Savannah, who had been staying with Jamie and her husband, said that Jamie was sick, but did not know the exact problem.

At the end of church, Savannah poked her head into our classroom and announced that Jamie was pregnant. I didn't believe her, because it didn't make sense for her to have been told during the time between opening exercises and the end of church. But the rest of the girls did believe her, so I decided that I was just being overly suspicious. And at dinner that day, I told my mother.

Turns out Savannah really was lying.