𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 - imagines, f.w

12. period | wolfhard

i reluctantly woke up, to my mother shaking me. "y/n, get up. it's tuesday, you have a test today." she told me, emphasizing the word 'you'

"five more minutes, mom." i yawned, stretching my sore arms. "no five minutes, you will fall asleep agein. i know you, y/n." mom crowed, opening my curtains. i groan at morning sun shining through my windows.

"up, dressed and ready in ten minutes, breakfast is waiting" mom insisted, even though i know my breakfast isn't ready.

i open my phone, and scroll through my instagram feed for a little bit, when i check the time. "6:40? already?" i grunt, laying back down on my bed.

i get up, and make my bed. fluffing my pillows while listening to my spotify playlist. i walk over to my wardrobe, and pull out a pair of baggy denim jeans, which i recently bought from shein. then, i pull out my forest-green hoodie, with a big looney tunes logo across the chest. i open my chest of drawers, and pull out a white collared shirt. i put on my clothes, and finish my outfit off with a pair of airforces.

i run downstairs, and see my mom buttering a slice of toast. "breakfast is ready" my mom chirped. with a sarcastic giggle, i sit down and bite into the toast.

i turn around to the tv, sitting at the corner of the room. "i haven't watched actual tv in forever-" i say, turning my gaze to my mom. "ever since you got that phone of yours, you kind of forgot about it." she claimed, taking a sip of her coffee.

i finish my breakfast, leaving my plate in the sink, when i look up at the clock.
"shit- 7:15? already?!" i jump, considering i haven't put on make-up, or brushed my teeth already.

i run upstairs and brush my teeth, realizing how late i will be. i go into my room and quickly sit at my vanity table, putting concealer under my eye bags and lipgloss on my lips.

"fuck-" i stressed, as school started at 7:30. i start walking out my door and turning left to the boring hell, of my school.

"y/n!!" i turn around, to my bestfriend bonnie, walking behind me. "we are so fucking late- mrs johnson will kill us" i giggle, but i couldn't afford my mom taking my phone away from me agein.
we are walking in the school gates when i feel my stomach turn, it wasn't a sick feeling, i just felt it turn. i avoided it, and walked into my class.

"i am so sorry i'm late- i, uh. i couldn't find my school bag." i tell the teacher, nodded to try and seem more convincing. "sit down, y/l/n. i've enough of your excuses." i roll my eyes at mrs johnson's reply, and just carry ahead with my day.

it was forth period and my mood was getting worse and worse, and i knew i needed a break. i raise my hand, for the teacher to pick on me. "can i go to the bathroom?" i ask, for the teacher, mr o' leary to nod.

i walk to the bathroom, go into a stall, and pull down my underwear. to find a small pool of blood, sitting in my panties. "fuck-" i groan, realizing i don't have a pad or tampon. i should have paid attention to when my stomach turned. i quickly come up with an idea, and take some toilet roll and roll it up and act like it is a pad, until lunch break atleast.

i go back to class, and finish up my history lesson. knowing i have one more class left until my break.

"do you have a pad? tampon even?" i ask bonnie, it was break, and i didn't even have spare sanitary supplies in my backpack. by now, a cramp has grown in my stomach, and i was feeling like shit. i sat in the cafeteria, sipping on a bottle of water, when i had an idea.