actually, it's Nico.

chapter 2

The weekend had ended, and I went back to school. My mom dropped me off by the crosswalk across from my school. I looked over and saw a shattered jar that had a red substance in it. It was jelly. A damned shattered jelly jar. I pressed the button and looked around, waiting for it to let me walk. I looked up, saw the blurred blue light, and crossed. As I walked into school I looked down and realized that I had been in such a rush that I had forgotten to bind... shit. I walked into the bathroom to see if I could at least tug the sports bra I had on tighter, and it worked. It didn't bind extremely well, but it would have to do. Just then, I felt a rush between my legs. Not today. Not now. I ran into a stall and locked the door behind me, pulling both my jeans and boxers (that my parents actually forbid me from wearing) down. There it was. Blood. Today was definitely not my day. I quickly shoved some of that scratchy, cheap school toilet paper in my boxers and pulled them back up. I searched through my backpack for ANY dimes for the pad dispenser. Bingo. I grabbed the dime and stepped out of the stall and walked to the dispenser. I turned the metal bar and waited. It took my dime. Nothing happened. I turned it again. Nothing. I groaned and stepped out, and as I saw my friend Mallory, ran to them. "Shark week is afoot, do you have the bait?" Mallory laughed and dug through their backpack and pulled out a tampon. Really? A TAMPON? I'M NOT PUTTING THAT SHIT IN MY BODY! Mallory could see the look on my face and their smile faded. "Do... you.... need... help..." they stuttered. "GOD NO!" I screeched and stomped back to the bathroom. "A simple thank you would suffice." They replied after me. We had been friends since kindergarten and were past the friendly stage. I walked back out, and couldn't find Mallory anywhere. The bell rang. I walked to my locker. "HEY NICOLE!" My math teacher, Mr. Anaro sang. "Hi." I sighed, walking to my locker. I put the combination in. Pulled. Wouldn't work. Again. Pulled. Wouldn't work. I turned to Mr. Anaro, sighed, and muttered. "My lockers jammed again, sir," he grinned. He was going to do it again. Not again. God, no. "AW JAM IT!" he laughed and walked away. No help??? This day was not going to end well.