Naively positive that nothing else could possibly happen today, I ventured into the hallway of classrooms. I had walked past about five classrooms before I realised people were staring at me. I shrugged it off, vainly believing they were looking at me because I was so pretty. Boy was I ever wrong.

I had just passed B5 when I heard Trent Calloway call out, “Hey Davis! Nice underwear. Thank  you SO MUCH for informing me that you’re not pregnant!” His comments caused me to stop in my tracks.’ Oh no. Not today. PLEASE not today! ‘  His comments caused everyone else not already staring me, to gape at me. I turned around to check my butt, fearing what I might see.

Oh Dear God. My skirt was tucked into my bright pink floral undies. Not only that, I had my period. ‘WHY NOW?’ I groaned in my head. I started to hyperventilate. Whoa Coree, don’t faint on me now. Keep calm girl.  My inner’s attempt at soothing words didn’t help. Or the fact that I’ve had a crush on Trent for nearly three years. Or that I had just flashed my baggiest, ugliest undies to everyone in B block. The room was spinning violently and my head started throbbing. I collapsed.

I woke up almost 3 hours later, missing my recess and lunch detentions altogether.”Hi sweetie. Feeling better?”I turned my head and saw a sight more terrifying then the Mcburger in a mustard yellow two-piece at our swimming carnival .Oh my Kakashi, please don’t tell me it’s HIM! It was . . . the Fur. The Fur, who is known to everyone over the age of 18 as Mr. Andrews, has an overly hairy body that rivals a yeti and abominable snowman put together. Terrified of a teacher my dear sister?   I don’t think the guy’s ever heard of a razor. Mr. Andrews is our only openly gay teacher in the school. Considering half of our male teachers aren’t exactly what you call straight, makes me wonder why they’re in denial about it . . . .