The Antagonistic Protagonist

Bloody Week

(PS: the main antagonistic protagonist was also the narrator of the story and because shes the narrator she can also narrate others lives abd feelings)

Hello. Today is my first bloody week...

I mean menstruation...

Yes its pretty late (because today is my fourteenth birthday and also my first bloody/menstruational week.)

In short, I'm a late bloomer.

So I am now here standing behind a stall hiding from all the people around me while I target the stack of sanitary pads sitting on a another shelf, totally embarassed to buy them

Hours had past and my feet had gone numb😭. I didn't even notice that the people around me are all gone and that the convenience store is about to close.

"Little kid"

I turned around and saw a man more handsome than adonis, standing behind me. I looked around trying to find the 'little kid' the man called out, but I didnt find anybody else at the store, so I turned and asked..."who, me?"

"Who else." he said.

I was so shocked and angry when I heard him say that, that I wanted to smack his face on the wall. I mean... HOW CAN I BE A LITTLE KID?!?!

"I.am.not.a.little.kid. I. Am. Fourteen!"

"Wah--ReaLLy!?!?!" the boy said as he shot his eyes to my cardboard-flat breast.

!!!

"How dare you!" I said as I gasped for air.

"hehehe. Well, what would this little ki--- young lady want?"

"Sa--sanita---hmmp! Nothing!" I was about to answer his question but I was to abashed to do so...

"sanitary pads?"

"How did you know?" I asked. He eyed my sweatpants that is now fully wet with blood.

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"*sigh* first time?" he asked and I nodded my head as an answer.

"pfft! What a late bloomer... " he commented, at this time, even though I really wanna smack this man when I realised that he can help me, I decided to adjust my temper a bit. So I only stared at him. He stared back at me, looking like he was thinking of how she will handle me.

After a moment he finally moved and sighed like he can't believe what he was about to do... He started walking to the shelf full of sanitary pads choosing their best seller then handing it to me. I carefully studied the price as if my life depends on it.

"Mr, can you please give me the pads that has the lowest price... I... " I said, thinking what to say next but then the man infront of me once again sighed and walked to the shelf full of pads. He searched at the lowest and deepest corner of the shelf.

"Here" he said as he handed me the sanitary pad. "it was rated 1 star and had a lot of complaints are you sure you want to buy this?"

"ah, dont worry about it, my skin is not sensitive at all." I said. He stared at me for a while then finally took a deep breath.

"Then, I guess you need a new set of underwear. According to...what 'it' looks like, It would be on the size of small..." the man stated shooting another glance at my butt. So... He not only judged my flat breast but he also judge flat butt! So what am I?! A wall!?!?!

Even though he emphasized that my panties are in the size of small... He did got it right.(but still truth hurts)

"...as for the pants I can let you borrow mine, so please do proceed in the comfort room and I will just deliver the clothes to you." the man continued in one breath.