This entry is not for people with an aversion to blood, or people that are squeamish at the mention of blood, or people who do not wish to know anything about puberty.
Here we go.
I was in Ms. Rife's 7th grade ELA class wearing (of course) white shorts. I looked down and my shorts were all red! I tied my out-of-nowhere sweatshirt around my waist and shouted, 'I'm a WOMAAAN!' As loud as I could and started to run.

Then I ran through the hallways and somehow landed in the bathroom of my dad's house, rather than the nurse's office. I rifled through the cabinets and found a whole lotta giant band-aids, which at the moment looked like pads.

I finally remembered my 'Just In Case' package of emergency pads, pulled one out, dropped it, picked it back up, and stuffed it in a fresh pair of underwear.

Then I woke up.