Rants...

Periods.

Starting off, if you don't want to hear about periods and yucky stuff like that, then I suggest you skip the chapter!

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You stayed? Jeez you have some balls.

First of all, they are a waste of time and whoever gets so lucky to be my boyfriend in the future (note the sarcasm) better be thankful and appreciate what I have gone through since I was 10.

YOU BETTER BLOODY APPRECIATE IT!

Shoot. What if my family and friends find out about this book.

I SWEAR IM NOT THE PERSON YOU THINK I AM 😊😊😊

Don't kill me...

Lemme set the scene for you....

Sitting down, nicely as you like when my teacher, who I may or may not have the tiniest crush on, asks me to do a math/s problem on the white board.

I go up and I have to explain the process.

I do so.

I finish when BAM!

I feel a sticky wet substance down bellow.

I'm giving out too much info here. WELL YOU DID KINDA READ WHEN I WARNED YOU!

I quickly go sit down and try to ignore it.

Get out of class, leg it across the playground and into the girls toilets.

Ffs, I STARTED TWO BLOODY (No pun intended) DAYS EARLY.

I was preprogrammed (sigh) *prepared though with my trusty spare pare of stuffs.
If you have read this far then comment OMG UR NIPPLE IS SHOWING.

Don't judge me, that was the first thing that came to mind.

What am I doing with my life 4