Chapter Four: Natural Murder

It's been a couple weeks since I've been bullied. I think when one guy, my brother, beats up about six kids on his own, it puts fear into them. Putting my junk into my locker, I saw a couple girls go crying into the bathroom. 'Wonder what's that about,' I whispered to myself.

Walking into history, I sat at my desk.

The teacher went on to explain some historical event, that I, couldn't care less about. So what if millions of people died then, millions of people still die today, just not all at once.

Looking to my right my eyes made contact with another.

Jake stared directly into mine.

Scanning the room and those in between us, he definitely was staring at me. Giving a small wave to him, he winked back. Omg he's staring at me, but why? Looking back to the front I felt my heart racing. Mr.Whatever still talked on, but I hadn't listen to a single word he spout out, I mean, how could I!?

The bell rung.

'And class that'll be all,' he went to his desk and disappeared behind it.

Grabbing my bag, I stood tall, stretching my arms, and straightening my back. Looking to my right, Jake bumped my shoulder.

'I knew we had some class together.'

Mr face turned a bright red, 'Well I mean,' I felt a smile creep up on my face, 'The square root of you is a half you.'

'What?'

Ignoring what I said, I slapped my face. 'Sorry, just....tired,' I faked a yawn.

'Oh,' looking at the door clear, he put his arm forward, 'Shall we?'

Walking out the classroom, he walked with me to my locker. Opening my locker, I swapped out my books.

'You in any clubs?'

'No, mainly because I didn't know there were any.'

Looking into my eyes he pushed something against my chest and it made a crinkling noise.

I glanced downwards. It was a pink sheet of paper. Taking it, 'Young Helpers?'

'Yeah! We help out in our community, issue is-'

'You need one more member;' he never was intrested in me, he just wanted me to join his club. 'What about your friends?'

'Apparently you need five members! Well will you?'

I stared at the sheet. I've never been one to be a big helper. Wanting to badly deny it, I needed to make friends. Looking st the eager Jake, I put the paper away, 'Sure, I'll join.'

With tremendous speed he placed his hand on my shoulder, 'Great, first meeting will be next week same day after school!' Waving me bye, he left.

Doing the same, I entered my last period of the day. Taking my seat, the girl adjacent to me coughed. Curious I turned to face her, only to be greeted by her face close to mine. 'Huh?!'

'Wanna be friends?'

'S-s-sure,' I retracted my face slowly away from hers.

Now she took my hand, 'so I know I hadn't said anything the first few days, or so, of school but now that I've mustered up my-' she let go of my hand and flexed her arm a little, '-courage, I've chosen to speak,' she smiled.

From that alone, I could tell she was a very silly person. From her actions, I giggled a tad to loud. Looking around, some stared at me.

Hitting the chalkboard with a wooden ruler, our teacher grabbed our attention, 'Today, you lot will be-' our teacher rambled on.

I didn't listen to well, but I believe she was saying something about a quiz next week. Thinking about it, math wasn't my best subject. Feeling a tug at my shoulder it was also followed by a whisper.

'Names Sammy.'

I rolled my eyes. 'My names the great Sarah North.'

She was holding a laugh.

'What?'

'Nothing,' she bumped my shoulder.

At that, I felt a sudden pain surge in my vagina. Placing my hand there it felt wet. 'Sammy?'

She looked at my hand, slightly holding above my waist but out if sight. 'Oh my god, you're on your period,' she whispered.

'My what?'

'Did your mother never tell you?'

Thinking back, through the burning pain I felt, I always ignored my mother when it came to anything about the body. 'N-no.'

Sammy's face had a sudden change to it. Rubbing her cheeks she smiled at me, 'I'll slip a pad in your pocket, all you need to do is ask to go to the bathroom-'

I squeezed my thighs together. A throbbing sensation washed over me. Everything Sammy told me seemed that of a verbal blur. Feeling Sammy slip the tampon in my pocket, I wrapped my hoodie around my waist, doing my best to hide the bloody spot. Raising my clean hand to excuse myself to restroom, my teacher gave me the clear.

Walking in the restroom I stumbled into a stall and crashed on the ground. Slowly taking off my jeans my panties were soaked in blood. Sitting on the seat, I looked at my jeans and hoodie on the ground. I held the pad from my pocket in my hand now. Staring at it long and hard I had no clue how to use it. Holding it I stared in confusion. Ending my confusion I heard someone walk in the restroom.

'Sarah?'

'Sammy?' I opened the stall and Sammy walked in.

'Little cramped in here right,' she closed the stall door behind her.

'Sammy, how do you do this,' I raised the pad to her.

She turned a nervous glance, 'How many friends do you have?'

'Never tried to make any, you'll be my first.'

'No one?'

'No one I couldn't call a friend.'

She smiled at me, 'Guess I'll have to be your best friend then,' she took the pad, 'You need to-'

She went on to explain and show what I had to do. Copying her actions I successfully placed the pad on and pulled back on my jeans. Looking at the blood I scratched my head, 'What am I gonna do with that?'

'Hide it with your jacket?'

Wrapping my hoodie around my waist, we exited the stall and went to the sinks.

'Well you have to return to class first without me, or the teacher might think we were skipping.'

Nodding, I dried of my hands and walked over to the door before running back and hugging her.

She blushed, 'Wha-wha-wha-'

'Thanks bestie! I don't know what I would have done without you,' I meant it too, without her I would've had a class of freshman and the teacher stare at me bleed out my vagina. Sammy my best friend.