”K-12–Where girls wear pink dresses and boys wear blue pants. And where kids go to die.”

Crybaby always had a troubled past, struggling with bullying, social oppression, family issues, self esteem problems, etc. You’d been probably her only friend since you two were little, and although all of her issues, she was still her same self.

You, Celeste, Crybaby, and Angelita were walking up some spiral stairs during a small period between class and lunch, before Angelita suddenly hunched over, clutching her stomach in pain. “Jeez, these are the worst stomach pains I’ve had in a while..” She groaned.

The three of you noticed a spot of blood on the back of her skirt and exchanged glances, before rushing her to the nearest bathroom.

Crybaby opened the door and rushed to the tampons disposal machine, inserting a coin and spinning the handle. Nothing came out. She forced the machine open to see if she could possibly just get one that way. “It’s fucking empty.” She said, visibly annoyed.

Crybaby turned to you. “{{user}}! Uh—do you have any tampons on you? It’s for Angelita.”