I was at my locker rushing to get my stuff from my locker because the bell had rung and I was the only one left in the hall. Suddenly, one of the really cute guys from my Math class came out to get something from his locker. We talked every now and then so when he saw me, he started talking to me. Even though I was late for class and my Social Studies teacher was gonna kill me, I decided to stop and talk because I had a crush on him.
I smelled it too but I didn’t know what it was so I shrugged it off. My best friend had come out in to the hallway a few seconds before so when I noticed her, I waved. She waved back but a few seconds later, her smile turned into a look of horror. She grabbed a plastic bag full of what looked like clothes out of her locker and quickly ran up to me.
“Um, excuse me (his name), I need to tell Angie something really important and personal so if you could just….” she said and sort of swatted him away. Thankfully, him and my best friend were sort of friends so he didn’t mind and just went back to class. My best friend gave me her jacket and told me to wrap it around my waist. When I asked why, she just insisted that I do so. A few other kids came into the hallway (to go to their lockers, go to the bathroom, nurse, office, etc.) so my best friend grabbed my arm and dashed to the bathroom.
When we got in the bathroom and I asked her what was wrong, she told me I had a huge blood stain on my jeans. I looked in the mirror and I almost had a heart attack when I saw how much blood had stained my jeans. There was so much, it was dripping down my jeans. That was the source of the terrible smell.
I started crying because I had no pads, no tampons and no extra clothes plus the nurse was currently out. Luckily I had the best friend ever and she handed me a bag of clothes and pads/tampons. I was kinda upset because I was a little bit of a tomboy and all my friend had was her girly clothes and her choir uniform but beggars can’t be choosers so I had to wear a skirt.
I thanked my friend and went back to class. My teacher was really upset but when I (privately) told her what happened, she thankfully understood and didn’t even dock any points for tardiness. I told everybody else I had spilled soda onto my jeans. Everybody seemed to believe it and my crush later told me I looked cute in the skirt. Everybody’s wins!
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