The Good, The Bad, and The Genius(ON HOLD)

PMS Princess

Like every other person on this planet, I love Fridays. I know what you're thinking, 'Don't nerds live for school? How could you possibly survive two days without education?'.

Well douches, I'll have you know that us nerds have to take breaks every now and then just like you do. We have to deal with you stupid, ignorant, childish people all friggin week. Us nerds need time to cope with all this unnecessary stress that you've burdened us with.

Anyway, I woke up this wonderful, Friday morning...only it wasn't wonderful. Why? Oh I'll tell you why!

Because I WOKE UP IN A POOL OF BLOOD!

"Uhhhh!" I scream in frustration and rip the sheets off my bed. "What the hell? I'm not due till another week! Seriously, ovaries?"

I stomp over to my bathroom and try my best to cleanse myself but my stomach starts to turn inside out.

"Oh great." I mumble, grabbing onto my sides "Cramps in the shower. Cramps in the goddamn shower!"

I punch the wall and quick yank the shower handle to OFF.

My mood quickly changes from tired and groggy to pissed the frick off.

I change into sweat pants and a sweater; and as usual, I put my hair up in a messy bun.

I try to eat fruit but my stomach refuses, so I eat a chocolate bar instead (okay I know it's bad to eat that in the morning, but I'm on my menstrual cycle. Give me a break).

The sun is bright as I count my steps to the bus stop, but it doesn't brighten my mood in any way. I put some shades over my eyes and sulk over to my destination. When the bus finally comes, I sit down and stick my earphones in my ears, and try my best to drown out the bus with my Astronomy podcast.

When we make it to school, I don't bother taking my headphones out of my ears and make my way towards class. But then I realize that I have to make a pit stop...at the girl's bathroom.

Now everyone knows that the girls bathroom is territory of the bitch squad. They own all the girls bathrooms except for the one in the arts/music hallway--the band kids own that one. But I didn't have time to run to the art and music hallway! This was a state of emergency! So you have to know that I had to enter in that dungeon of doom.

The best way to enter the dungeon is to camouflage so that the predators cannot recognize you, the prey. I chose a simple hood to cover my head as I slid in. Right when I walked in, I could tell that I chose the wrong disguise. I was instantly hit by a waft of different exotic perfumes.

The bathroom was so crowded that right when I walked in I was elbowed in the stomach. Someone was throwing toliet tissue and pom-poms and I'm pretty sure that there was a group in the back right corner singing a Justin Bieber song. I made my way toward the nearest stall as quickly as I could. Ironically, no one was in a stall; everyone was touching up their makeup or outfits in front of the mirror.

I quickly noticed that today's theme for the bitch squad was teal. That's right, they have color themes for what they wear everyday.

I fixed myself up in the stall and took a tinkle while I was in there. But suddenly the bathroom became pin drop silent. I heard a familiar, annoying voice whisper "Who's in there?".

Carli.

Carli is basically the head of the bitch squad. She's the cheer and volleyball captain. So every volleyball player and cheerleader belongs to her. And if that name sounds familiar it's because she's the same girl who sits next to me in Calculus. To say that I was scared was an understatement. If I wasn't on a toilet, I probably would have pissed my pants.