Last year, English was my first class of the day. My period had started, but I didn't know just how bad it was going to be. I had woken up with some back pain, but I thought nothing of it, not having experienced it before on my period.
I was sitting in class, when I realized that I had to go to the washroom. And the more I thought about it, I thought I could feel the unpleasant feeling of blood. I tried to ignore it and focus on my teacher, but I could still feel it. I began to feel very uncomfortable, but I knew how important this lesson was. It also didn't help that nobody ever went to the washroom in my class.
Eventually, when class was almost finished, I couldn't take it anymore. I asked to go to the bathroom, then got up. Immediately I got a sinking feeling in my stomach, as I looked down at my chair that now had a large circle of blood on it.
I made sure I pushed my chair in, then hurried out of the door, to my locker, and grabbed my pencil case. I hurried to the washroom, hoping that I wasn't dripping blood along the halls, then raced into a stall.
I had soaked through my underwear and pants that were, thankfully, black. Luckily for me, I had an extra pair of underwear in my pencil case, but I did not have any extra pants or a sweater to hang around my waist.
I finished up in the washroom and by that time class had ended. I went back to my English class, trying my best to act normal, and grabbed my things. I found my science teacher and told him that I was going home, I wasn't feeling well. He said okay, then I went to my locker and texted my dad to come pick me up.
In the car on the way home, I clenched my butt so much, trying to stop the blood inside me so that I didn't bleed on my dad's car seat. Then I got home and got new pants.
That is my true period story.