Chapter 56

KRISTEN

June ate with a familiar look of anxiety in her eyes, one I had seen before.

It was the same look she had after her first time of the month. The universe had decided that it would happen on a day she was undoubtedly dressed in nothing but white.

White shorts. White shirts. White shoes and headband.

I'm still grateful because, for one, it didn't happen on the school premises or during the basketball game; and she didn't freak out (else I might have run mad).

I clearly remember the first panicked yell that tore out of my guts before my mushy brain put two and two together...

I was concerned and embarrassed; she was anxious.

Nobody prepared me for that day. Edith was the one I ran to the following morning for help with pads and what to do if it came again. Amidst chuckles, she helped me even though she knew nothing about June at that time...

There was this look of anxiety in June's eyes. She had probably thought that she was... dying...

Just like she always thought during the