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9 Shark Past

( Stella's Prospective)

Photography quote: "Photography can only represent the present. Once photographed, the subject becomes part of the past"- Berenice Abbott.

It wasn't the fact that 2 women walked out of one bathroom stall, but the way that we made eye contact with each other. It was like them telling me not to tell anyone. There wasn't a line behind me but the rest of the stalls were full. The fact that there was white clear liquid on the floor of that stall did not help my mind not wonder what they were doing. And how long they have been in there. The pile smeared as I squatted on the toilet, disgust. Why couldn't anyone else get out of a stall? It was the only stall left. Although I couldn't wait, the bell was about to ring and I had chug my coffee so I wouldn't be late to my first period class and so I could be fully awake. I woke up a little later than I was supposed to. My alarm didn't go off and Scar once again stayed with Cole. Zion is going to be disappointed that I broke my streak of not being late to class. Not only did I have to take a piss in a sticky, wet stall. But I had started my period. Which was going to kill me because I had just chugged a bunch of coffee in less than one hour. After the bathroom I had stayed in the back of the classroom, hiding from everyone with a hoodie and short shorts on. If I had known I wouldn't have worn these white short shorts. Sadly my hoodie was one inch away from touching my short shorts. So if I leak I'm in big trouble. I was already not in a good state of mind because of what happened with Jay. Knowing Zion saw our conversation didn't help my mind. God I wish my hoodie was longer, I can feel my stomach slush and tingle. Cramps were coming, and the presentation for our group photos were about to start. I felt a leak and a painful kick to my stomach made me groan to myself quietly. I rub my stomach looking down to the ground praying to god that nothing goes through as Scar and I present our group photos. "Mss. Sage's group" Professor dush calls. Yes I'm going back to his nickname at this moment because my stomach rumbled. It felt like a rodeo was going on in my stomach. I slowly got up, meeting Scar halfway down the stairs.

"Do me a big favor, please do most of the talking. Cramps are killing me; I feel like I'm getting shanked every 5 seconds" I whisper.

"No wonder you were acting weird this week, no problem girl, I got your back" she said, rubbing my back as we faced the class. The two boys stood with us, but all they did was point at stuff and showed an example on how we made the photos. Scar did most of the talking, as for me I tried my best. Close to the end of the presentation It got bad. I went silent, clinging behind Scar. After we were done presenting, I ran out of the classroom.

"STELLA!" A voice called out stopping me. I pulled my hoodie down as far as it could go. I squatted, leaning against a wall. My body faced toward Jay, but I made no eye contact. I spotted Zion behind him. Shit, I got two men looking at me like I'm an idiot, and I bleed through my white shorts. What kind of week is this? Why must I have this kind of karma, for whatever I did? I thought as I stared at the floor.

"Wha-" I was about to ask what Jay wanted, but I was shocked when I felt warmth go around my hips. I looked down and I saw a sweatshirt wrapped around my waist. I looked up, to the side I saw Jay holding a sweatshirt. Standing right Infront me, inches away from my face was Zion.

"You can go to the nurses, just make sure to tell me your leaving class next time" Zion said, his face showing a worried look.

"It's going to get on your sweater" I say about to give it back to him. He stops me and leans close to my ear.

"It's fine just go, keep the sweater" He said then turned away, going back to class. Jay glared as Zion passed him. I was confused, but at the same time I had a hunch. Jay stomped away, not even going back to class.