Lizzy sat in the bathroom stall confused and full of anxiety as she looked down at the blood pooling into the toilet.
“ This can’t be happening.” she thought to herself.
She was experiencing her first menstral cycle. Lizzy Thompson was becoming a woman.
Lizzy sighed as she began to neatly fold a wad of toilet paper to arrest some of the bleeding until she could get to the nurse’s office. She was thirteen and a late bloomer. Her mother had warned her about her period when she turned nine.
“ Elizabeth dear,” her mom called to her one afternoon. “ I think it’s time I have the talk about womanhood.”
They went for a drive and her mother nearly tramatized Lizzy with the things she told her.
“ You are about to be a woman, Elizabeth. All the women in the family started there menstral cycle at...