Noelle
Its strange the way puberty works, like an infectious disease that's not contagious. You see the symptoms; cramps, mood swings, a sudden liking in all guys remotely attractive (don't even get me started on Ansel Elgort) and then POWIE! you have your period. This big ugly monthly sea of blood that you have to deal with. Well, its more than a little unfortunate if you get your first ever period in the middle of school on a day you decided to wear white pants.
"Psst, Noelle," My new friend, Julia, whispered.
"Yeah?"
"You've got some of your eggs on your pants." She said.
"My what?"
"You know, you Aunt Florence is visiting...your Aunt Flo..."
"No, I don't have an Aunt Florence, besides all of my family live in Florida, so it would be really hard for them to visit."
"Oh my God. Florida. Florida."
"Um, yeah....Florida."
"...."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"You have the baby-killing red devil inside of you."
"...."
"Noelle. You have your period...And its on your pants."
"Oh, God. Oh, God. This is bad. This is REALLY bad." I blushed, pulled my shirt to my knees and walked to the front of the classroom to tell the teacher that I needed one massive band-aid. She didn't get it, but she sent me to the nurse anyways.
