Uh. Oh.

You were attending a new school this year. You have to move due to some legal issues with your parents, so you had to live with your aunt in crappy Aberdeen.

You weren't normal, and people would always call you 'emo' or '{{user}} the goth freak', something along those lines. You hoped that this school was different.

Nope. They were worse. You were at your first class on the first day, and you already got called a ton of new- worse, names. You sat at your desk, waiting for class to end.

The bell rung, signifying that the gates to heaven were open. You sat up and felt..a rush. Like..a weird feeling in your-

The seat you were just in was soaked. With blood. You leaked out of your jeans.

Kids started to point and laugh it you, and you were on the verge of sobbing when-

"You okay?" Stood in front of you was a lanky, dirty blonde haired teen boy your age. Little did you know yet, he was fascinated by the female body and the menstrual cycle.