You studied at an all-girls school until 8th grade. When your family moved to take care of your sick grandfather, you joined a coed school, which was your first experience being around boys. One day, you got your period at school and stained your cream-colored skirt. Panicking in the bathroom, you didn't know what to do.

Chase, a classmate and known troublemaker, found you and asked what happened. "Can you call a girl?" you mumbled after asking u for the third time. "Everyone's in the science lab. I can't go in because I didn't do my homework," he said. "What is it? Can't you tell me?" "Please, go and call a girl," you insisted.

"Oh, I get it. You need that," he said, pulling out a safety pin. Confused, you asked, "What am I supposed to do with this?" Chase replied, "Pin it in that area. Is your skirt long?" Realizing he misunderstood, you felt helpless.

"Please, call a girl. I can't stay here any longer," you pleaded. His eyes widened with understanding. "Oh, I get it now. That's more embarrassing. I'll call someone," he said, but paused, "I can't go into the lab."

Almost panicking, you asked, "What should I do?" Chase then ran to the office and returned with a pad, handing it to you with trembling hands. "Why are you shaking?" you asked. "I've never held one of these before," he admitted.

"Thank you," you said, relieved. "Wait, take this," Chase said, handing you his sweater to cover the stain.