Hey, this story is kind of mainly for girls. Sorry you guys. You all know how it feels(or felt) when you first got your period right? Well, (lol) keep reading.

P. Middle. S.

Chapter 1

Helga walked to her bus stop on a cold September morning. It was her 2nd year in JR high. 8th grade. The buildings and streets in her neighborhood gleamed a grey. Only the sky was different. A light blue mixed with a silverfish grayish color from the clouds.

Helga came to her bus stop just as the bus was pulling up. She stepped onto the bus and walked back and found a seat by the window. Everyone else had been picked up since her stop was the last one on the bus route. Phoebe was sick today so Helga sat alone. She stared out the window at the cold streets. She could feel the chills even though she was now inside the moving vehicle.

The loud and crashing voices of the people on the bus colliding with Helga deep thoughts. She wasn't really thinking about anything particularly. Just quiet and profound thoughts passed by as the bus passed by the bleak buildings.

The bus eventually pulled into the bus loop in front of the school and everyone got off. This bus was always the last one to the school. The other buses got there 10 minutes earlier. Everyone got off the bus and went into the school. Helga walked down the familiar halls and to her locker. She spun the lock on her locker around a couple times, kicked the locker and it popped open. Gerald and Rhonda, whose lockers were right by hers always wondered how her locker could do that and no one else's could. They'd tried with their own lockers and other people had mimicked her technique but it was almost impossible to recreate.

Helga shoved her backpack into the locker, secured her books under her arm and shut the locker. Everyone in her homeroom was in her regular classes which was weird yet lucky for Helga since Arnold was in her homeroom. He sat in front of her and Stinky beside her. Pheobe sat by Arnold and in front of Stinky. Helga dropped her books onto the desk and flopped down into her seat. Arnold walked past her and set his books down on his desk. He pulled his chair out and faced towards Helga.

"Hey Helga, whats up?"

Helga looked up and blinked. Had Arnold not greeted her, she'd have fallen asleep.

"Oh, hey footballhead. How's it goin?"

Arnold over the years had grown accustomed to Helga's little nickname for him. They'd grown a little less apart than they had been before. Helga still teased him but not as harshly. SO over the years, they'd been able to become closer. Now Arnold didn't really mind when Helga teased him because he knew she was always just kidding with him. That's how she was now.

Helga had really changed over the years. She was more calm than she had been. She still had a lot of fire and energy but focused it more into her passion, soccer, rather than beating up people. She teased people playfully and everyone knew that her teasings were nothing more than playful jokes. But some days she was quiet. She'd sit by herself and just stare off into space. Daydreaming. More often than not, about Arnold.

"Fine. How're things at home?"

"Boring. Olga came home yesterday for a visit so, home's a living hell. But hey!" Helga laughed. "What else is new?"

Arnold shook his head at Helga's humorous sardonicism.

The next 20 minutes passed by quickly. All of a sudden in the middle of homeroom, Helga started feeling sick to her stomach. Probably because she hadn't eaten breakfast she concluded.

The bell rang and everyone left the room. Helga picked up her books and walked down the hall to her first period. Social Studies. She walked into the room and dropped her books onto her desk. She seemed to do that a lot in classes. She sat down and her heart skipped a beat as she silently swooned over the fact that Arnold sat next to her in this class. He entered the room and Helga swallowed her blushes.

Halfway through the class, the teacher's babbles about American History swirled in Helga's head and she felt herself falling into another daydream. Arnold's face smiled at her and she smiled happily into space. Contently thinking of her love.

Suddenly, Helga felt a strange feeling.

"Mrs. Borwet?" Helga raised her hand.

"Yez, Elga?" The teacher looked from the blackboard to Helga.

"May I go to the bathroom?"

"Yez, be back zoon."

Helga squeezed past the back of Arnold's chair and walked out of the room. She walked through the halls and to the girls bathroom. She pushed open the door and walked into the stall. Pulling down her pants, her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't expected this. She wasn't even prepared for it. She looked at the dark stain on her panties and sat down on the toilet seat. Now what? Helga looked around, thinking of what she was supposed to do.

She unraveled a huge wad of toilet paper and stuck it in her panties. The feeling was weird and itchy. Especially with school bathroom toilet paper. Helga left the bathroom and was walking down the hall when she heard snickering behind her. She turned around as she walked to see 2 7th grade boys snickering at her. She rolled her eyes and kept walking to the nurse.

"Ms. Coriwetz?" Helga said as she entered the nurse's office.

"Yes?"

"Um," Helga paused. "I need a pad,"

"Oh," Ms. Coriwetz smiled knowingly and went into a drawer. She pulled out a pad and handed it to Helga.

"Here you go, sweetie."

"Thanks,"

Helga left the nurses office and went back to the bathroom. As she passed by the mirror, a horrifying sight caught her eye.

"Oh perfect,"

Helga turned around and looked in the mirror. She looked down to her pants. Perfect, the blood had gone through. She didn't have any other pants but instead of standing there, she went into the stall and put the pad on.

"Wait a minute," Helga spoke only to herself. She remembered she'd left her gym shorts in her locker that morning. She ran out of the bathroom and to her locker. She opened it faster than normal and snatched the gym shorts from the top shelf. Helga closed the locker and ran back to the bathroom.

5 minutes later, she emerged with her blue gym shorts and her rolled up pants safely tucked under her arm. Careful to make sure no blood was able to be seen or smeared onto her shirt. She put her pants in her locker and returned to class. Oh the surprises the class would store.