I was the first girl in my class to get my period. When I grabbed a pad to change, the new transfer student suddenly pointed at my hand and shouted, “Sharon Croft, what’s that you’re holding?” “Doesn’t look like a tissue to me.” Then, she covered her mouth dramatically. “Oh? Could it be that?” “You’re already getting it at your age?” “My mom says if it comes too early, it means the girl’s pretty wild.” The whole class, boys and girls alike, burst into laughter. My childhood best friend stayed silent, frowning as he looked away. I kept my face blank, ripped open the pad, and slapped it right onto her face. “No need to beat around the bush.” “This thing’s called a pad.” “Sharon Croft, are you insane?” she screeched. “Get this thing off me! I’m not letting this go, you disgusting freak!” The transfer student, Yuna Hale, acted like the pad on her face had cursed her, flailing and threatening me. She screamed while trying to peel it off, but she was so grossed out that she only pinched the edge with two fingers. I watched her little performance with cold eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Isn’t this what you were so curious about?” “Take a good look now.” A few snickers came from the back of the classroom, though they were quickly stifled.