"My first day of high school, I marched right in wearing my overly priced Hollister khakis, thinking I was the bee's whole leg. About 15 minutes into homeroom a (male!) friend of mine asked if I had sat in some chocolate or something. I panicked, knowing immediately that the crimson wave had just ruined my pants... I bolted to the Home-Ec classroom, where there was a washer and dryer, and cleaned myself up. By the time I got back to homeroom, everyone knew what was up, and I was bright red for the better part of an hour. All the boys were giggling. My friend reminded me of that day when we graduated. Ugh."
-Anonymous
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Period Stories
RandomA book that consists of painful and cringeworthy period stories. Lol, enjoy! *Boys can read at their own risk.
