The Period Horror Stories

The Bus

The bus pulled up in the parking lot next to the school. OK, this is weird, but my school makes all of the bus riders wait 20 minutes in the bus to get the kids who eat breakfast to eat already. So here I am, the breakfast club is walking past in herds of meese. Or is it mooses? Anyway, I'm looking out of the window, bored and shit. Do we really have to wait 20 friggin minutes?

I look past, and see one of the 'bottle blond baboons' AKA triple B's because those girls are bitch 3x. So she's over there, in her shorts that can barely cover her vagina. And I notice something, something is sticking rather oddly out of her too tight shorts. And no, it isn't her silicone called ass. Before I realize, she is walking right under MY window, and A PAD DRENCHED IN BLOOD DROPS RIGHT OUT OF HER PANT LEG AND UNDER MY FRIGGING WINDOW. Bitch doesn't even notice! She just keeps walking! Like HELLLLOOOO? The thing that's supposed to be pressed into your clenched vagina FELL RIGHT NEXT TO ME.

So I'm over here embarrassed and stuff because, well, A BLOODY PAD is next to me. And so the other guys and girls on the bus happen to also look out of the window. They start laughing their pants off. I'm over here looking as red as the pad. And the kids on my bus just HAD to point out to everyone passing by what it was! The first guy, he wasn't paying attention, so he looked up to see what the bus kids were yelling at him and STEPPED RIGHT ON IT. It panicked and shook the thing off his foot, not daring to touch it. It shook right off with plenty of blood leftover. He ran away trying to run his foot in the ground to get the blood off.

Most other girls shrieked and ran away. But the boys, oh the BOYS. One group surrounded it and STARTED TAKING PICTURES! Like what, you want your MOTHER to see that on your phone?! Imagine that coversation!!

"Billy, what is this?" 

"It's not what it looks like Mom!"

"Really?! Because it looks like you took a picture of a BLOODY PAD on the ground."

"..."

"Tell me Billy, what was going on in your mind to make you think 'hey, let me take a picture of something that fell out of a vagina and is drenched in blood? TELL ME BILLY. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Mom! I swear! I-"

"You were an accident because this didn't happen when I was pregnant with YOU!"

"Mom I-"

"Why aren't you responsible? I was responsible when I was your age!"

"That's because you were a mom."

"Ooooh let me get my shoe you little FAG!"

Anyways, I don't think Billy is going to make it. Teaches you not to open your mouth Billy. But then again that's what you tell your little sluts.

So another kid stared up at me and asks, "Is this yours?" I shook my head frantically, because what else could I do?!

The boy, decided, get this, to THROW THE PAD INTO ONE OF THE BUS WINDOWS! He ran off, the little shit bastard! The pad flew into the window behind mine, but the guy sitting behind me swatted it back on the ground like  LOL SWERVE. It went SPLAT on the cement, bloody side up!

Hey, sticky or bloody?

Sticky.

Nope, bloody.

Like fucking flipping a quarter. 

So many people freaked out about the pad on the middle of the cement one kid, who I don't even know WHY he was at a highschool, he was like in 4th grade, walked right next to it and asked, "What is that? Why is everyone freaking out about it? Why is it bleeding? Is it ALIVE? I should help it!" He bent down to pick it up, when the girl in the seat in front of me screamed at him to stop.

"What is it?" The boy asked. Everyone around him started answering his questions.

"A pad."

"What's it for?"

"To stop women's bleeding vaginas."

"What's a vagina? And why does it bleed?"

"It's where your pee pee is, but on a girl and different. It bleeds because she doesn't have a baby."

"Where do babies come from?"

Oh god.

"Women poop them out."

"Women poo? EW!"

What the hell kid, so many questions.

"My mommy poops, so she poops babies?"

"Ask your mom kid."

Finally the kid left. Me? I was just staring at the horrid thing, blood rushing up to my face. We just ruined that kids life. AND THE PAD IS STILL RIGHT NEXT TO ME.

Is the 20 minutes over yet?

Someone must've complained about the pad because THE VICE PRINCIPAL CAME OUT WITH A SURGEON MASK AND PLIERS AND PICKED IT UP. He picked it up with his giant nose hair pluckers! His pube tweezers!

The kids scampered away from him, as he held it far away from himself at arms length. He scampered away to throw it away, as the kids on the bus had on a blank face. There were still drops of blood dripping from the pad, and it fell all over the cement. It looked like someone murdered someone, I swear!

A thought came through my head.

What if they did a DNA test?

That would be embarrassing.

"Ms. Is this your pad?"

"Uhhhh...."

"It has your blood on it."

"Whhhhhaaaa-?"

"Don't deny it. It smells like your clit."

"How would you know what my vagina smells like huh?"

"No one else in this school has those STDs ma'am."

"Also your teacher, Mr. Bradley, said it smelled like it."

"MICHAEL!"

"Sorry Rebecca. You shouldn't have asked for oral."

Well that escalated quickly. Mr. Bradley has some explaining to do huh?

*Lenny face*

( A/N Sorry IDK how to do it. XD. )

Finally they let us out of the bus as I tried desperately to avoid the bloody crime scene that once dripped out of a girls uterus.

I wonder is anyone else knows who it is.

Either way, I'm not going to tell anyone. I mean, why would I want someone to know that I'M the one who found out the Bloody Booty Bitch?