{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1}
𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔
Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents...
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Who knew there could be so many differences in period stuff?
I'm standing in front of an aisle filled to the brim with all types of different pads and tampons, even going so far there are all different colors. I mean, who needs pink pads? Or blue ones? Just be basic God dammit.
And of course, Zina didn't tell me which one she needed. How am I supposed to know if she has a heavy or not heavy flow like the shop lady asked me before? Or does she want with wings or without? Or does she prefer tampons? And if she does, with applicator or without?
I already feel the headache coming, and I groan in frustration. Couldn't she atleast give me a hint?
I debate my choices, and when I come to the conclusion I don't want the embarrassment of the shop lady rambling about things I don't understand and me just looking at her while she's talking, I decide to just pick one pack from everything. There should be atleast one thing she finds worthy.
When my arms are full of all kinds of period stuff- even the blue and pink ones, because who knows what she wants?- I walk over to the checkout, ignoring all the stares I'm getting from mostly little boys who still pluck their noses, and am relieved to drop the bomb of products on the counter.
The woman who's supposed to scan it all, just gives me an odd look, but when I'm not responding to it, she just shrugs and starts scanning the items one by one.
When she's finally done with the last packet of pads, and they're now all neatly sorted in a shopping bag, she ticks something in the cash register, before telling me the price while popping the bubble of gum in her mouth.
"That's $318,87. Cash or card." My brows fly up at the price. Not because it isn't cheap, but I thought It'd be atleast expensive.
I take out my card to pay, and I see her face go from boredom to shock as she sees me taking out my black card.
I don't want to brag, but it is pretty amazing.
I quickly pay and thank the woman who tried helping me but who only confused me more.
I drop all the stuff in the car, and text Zina I'll be home soon.
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