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We advise that you listen to: Pity Party by Melanie Martinez

September 2012, Age 14

Violet Ruby Diamant was her name. It was a hot mess. Violet entered the high school classroom holding her books to her chest. Her school uniform made her butt itch. Her brown eyes flickered to the only empty seat in the front of the classroom. 

She inched towards it hearing the teacher call her out, "You there! Come up here so you can introduce yourself."

Violet cleared her throat standing by the teacher's desk. Biology was her first period and she was dreading it, "It's Violet right?"

The teacher's question made her nervous, "Yes."

More kids entered the classroom. They stared at her like she was an alien. Her kinky hair and dark skin made her stand out amongst the white sea of faces. Violet wanted to click her shoes and disappear. The bell rang as the last boy entered the classroom. 

"Okay, settle down. We have a new student. Tell us a bit about yourself."

Violet pushed her shoulders back trying to seem confident, "Hi, I'm Violet Diamant. I'm really excited to be starting here."

"Ohh we got another American on our hands."

"Is it true that everyone in America is fat?"

"What type of name is that?"

Violet rolled her eyes slightly. Her name was giving, beer money champagne taste. The teacher let her sit down. The class continued to make jokes about her for the rest of the period. Violet couldn't help but feel sick as they threw paper balls at her.

She turned around to look for the culprit, a blonde sitting two rows back was laughing. Violet rolled her eyes turning back to finish her worksheet. A tap on the shoulder made her jump, "I think you got something going on."

"What?" She asked confused. 

The girl next to her pointed down to her lap. A bloody red stain was seeping through her khaki skirt. She gasped trying not to move. Her stomach began turning instantly. The blonde two rows back laughed loudly, "Oh my gosh. Looks like the new girl's got her period. Poor thing. Tampon or pad?"

The class laughed together. Violet quickly packed her stuff into her bag sulking out of the classroom leaving a blood stain on the chair. She slammed the stall door shut wiping her tears. Violet tried to clean herself up to no avail making her cry harder. 

A knock at the stall made her more upset, "Occupied!"

More knocks sounded making her angry. Violet unlocked the stall coming face to face with the boy. He had a small tattoo on his face. Violet took a step back. His soft eyes made her feel like a pussy. 

He handed her a clean pair of khaki pants and an Adidas hoodie, "Here."

Violet swiftly took the clothes wiping her tears. She slammed the stall door shut, "Thank you."

The only sound in return was the creaking door leaving her in complete silence. 

Authors Note:

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