What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 61- Santa On Steroids

Chapter 61- Santa On Steroids

I slept like a baby.

Who knew how much I was going to miss the feeling of sleeping in a bed, not worrying about the presence of any bugs. But what ruined my sleep was Trisha, who wouldn't stop barking at Harper last night about how she snores.

Poor Harper.

It was the last day of being on this trip. Even though it had been a total of three days now, I've had a lifetime experience here, and it hurts to leave this place. But some things are meant stay here, and I wasn't one of them.

An abrupt explosion of pain shot up my stomach as I flickered my eyes open, noting how the sun was blinding me from the small peep of the curtains. I groaned with a fatigue mind and a sudden heaviness at the bottom of my stomach. It then snapped to me what month it was.

Aunt Flo is back!

I propped myself onto my elbows, peeling the duvet covers away to peak if I had leaked. I sighed in relief, thanking God that there was no trace of blood anywhere. Cautiously, I stood up and took my time pressing my thighs together to relieve the pain cursing through my stomach, and the feeling of cramps.

"Vee!" I whispered harshly as I poked her, causing her to stir. "Vee! Vee! Vivian Juniper Miller!"

"What?" She murmured, peeping her lids open. When she saw the look on my face she immediately knew as she bounced up. "Holy crap, you're on your period!"

"Say it louder," I scolded as I bit my bottom lip. "Do you have any pads?"

She shook her head in denial, alarming me. "No, I didn't realise you'd be starting during this trip."

Well ... uhm Vee ... these bitches kinda come unexpectedly!

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I massaged my temple, wincing when another cramp churned. "I can't go without one, I won't be able to survive," I panicked.

She searched around before her eyes focused on Trisha, who was sleeping with a mask over her eyes. "You may not like this answer ... but I'm pretty sure Trisha is on hers ..."

Fuck.

"I'm not asking her!" I answered staunchly, not wanting to go near the crazy monster. "She probably uses tampons anyways."

"It's either tampons or nothing," Vivian announced, dragging the duvet cover back over her head to block the sound of me nagging.

What a great best friend.

I breathed in and out before shaking my head and tiptoeing in the direction of Trisha, located at her top bunk.

You can do this Mila. She's only a little monster.

Are you fucking kidding she's Satan. No amount of holy water will make her pure again.

"Trisha," I called lightly, lifting her eye mask up. "Wake up you dumb bitch," I urged, watching her eyes squint shut from the light hitting her skin.

"Wake up!" I shoved her a little too harsh to the point that her eyes snapped open.

"What?" She snapped with a scowl latched on her face. "Why the hell are you trying to ruin my beauty sleep?"

Beauty sleep? It sure ain't working.

"Well what do you want?" She pondered, waiting for me to speak. "I don't have all day you clown."

Crazy bozo.

"I-I kind of need ... some pads or tampons," I requested, gripping my stomach and calculating how long I had left till I would leak.