Realization Hit Me

Chapter 1

My life is over. How can I forget such a thing? I'm such an idiot.

I repeated this for the past 5 horrifying minutes of my life. Glancing once more down at my thighs for any unusual color. My eyes going back and forth between the clock and my thighs. Not caring about what my science teacher, Mr. Java, was saying.

It all started with a stomach growl, I thought I was hungry so I went to the mini shop at our school bought some chocolates and ate them all. What I didn't know was that I was never hungry nor sick, which only lead to one thing. Yeah, you guessed right. Mother nature decided that today, exactly today, I Andrea, should get my period. I'm so screwed.

4 more minutes. Fuck.

I quickly try to think of something like, killing myself for example.

Thankfully my lab partner, Jessie, wasn't here today which made things quite less terrifying. Well I got to admit he was kind of terrifying himself.

I look over towards Vanessa, my ex lab partner, and try to see if she has anything that can help cover up my life. I don't seem to notice she has anything useful but maybe she has something in her backpack, who knows. Immediately, I took out my phone and texted her with urgency writing.

To: Nessa
"HELP ME!!! SWEATER, PAD, TAMPON?! ANYTHING SHOULD HELP!!!!" -sent just now.

I stare at her for the rest of the period and notice she has no clue I just sent her the message. Instead, it seems like she's having a bad day as well, due to the fact that she keeps on rubbing her temples and running her hand through her hair for like the 100th time. I dont blame her though, finals are one week away and at my school everyone takes everything seriously when it comes to tests, exams, quizzes, etc.

I try to see if any other girls in class might have anything, maybe a sweater. I then remember it's 95 degrees outside due to it being spring, so they probably wouldn't have a sweater. Could this day get any worse?

I put my head down and decided to keep it down due to how emotional I must of looked.

Don't make a scene.

As I look down I focused all my attention towards the red spot spreading between my light blue skinny jeans. My shaky hands tried to cover it up to prevent me from looking at it.

Your hands won't prevent other people from looking at it though.

My inner voice haunted me with negative thoughts. At this point, I wanted to cry. Never in my life have I experience this type of situation, nor did I ever wanted to.

I have always been the neat and well prepared person, thanks to my mom who taught me well. Just that now, everything was ruin, everything I had done means nothing now. If I get exposed for having stained pants I swear I'll sign up for home school. Or maybe I'll just drop out of school. What am I thinking? That will just make me look weak and I'll definitely like to have a career ahead of me.

I have no idea what to do now. Should I wait until everyone leaves? Or maybe ask to go to the restroom?

You idiot why go to the restroom when there's like 30 seconds left of class?

I need to stop overthinking and have a final answer by like now! The bell can ring any minute now and my lip trembled at the thought of any embarrassing comments from anyone.
Thank god it's Friday and the last class of the day.