A distraught teenage girl, with mid-back length dirty blonde hair, ran through the halls. Her light green night-skirt she wore along with her same color blouse almost could not keep up with how fast the figure was moving. She stopped at a door and knocked simultaneously. After a few seconds she just barged in, obviously too startled to wait. She was greeted by just the boy she was looking for.

Although his dark hair was a mess, and he was sliding off his bed while still in deep slumber. He still wore his day clothes, most likely he fell asleep before he could change.

He muttered words that could not be made out by the impatient girl. She wasted no time and jumped on the bed, launching the sleeping boy to the floor. His face took most of the blow. That blow had woken him. He shot up, clutching his nose briefly and looking around, ready to strangle someone.

"Oh BB I'm glad you're now awake!" The girl blurted out as she jumped off the bed. She threw herself down to the tired boy's level and grabbed onto him, giving him a tight hug. "I'm dying."

"E-Emma? W-What?" he stuttered, pushing her back. "WHY?"

"I'm… bleeding to death." She wiped under her eyelids and sniffed because of her stuffy nose. "And my stomach. It's like it's being squeezed."

BB just thought for a second. "It hurts right there?" He pointed to her lower stomach.

"Yes. That's exactly where!"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his ratty hair trying to hide a blush, "Here," BB pulled her up. "Let's get some answers. I have a feeling that you're going to be alright." He tried to suppress his laughter. He knew exactly what was wrong, now to have some fun.

Leading Emma to a door not too far down the hall, he quietly opened it. Another teenage boy, only slightly older than BB but had similar looks, appeared to have fallen asleep while in the computer chair.

BB strode over to the chair and bent down to tip it over. Before he could touch the legs of the chair, the teenager stirred.

"Good morning, B."

BB snapped back into upright position as to not get caught. "Mornin' L," he grumbled.

"To what do you need my assistance in to wake me at 5:30 in the morning?"

"Oh, I need you to use your detective intuitiveness to diagnose Emma. Emma, will you explain our situation?"

"I'm dying…?"

"Oh really? That is not very probable…" L yawned and stretched.

"But it is! Er… I am! I have internal bleeding! And my stomach feels like it's been put through a food processor!"

"You're not DYING Emma," L said. "You've simply... Reached your… uh…"

"Reached my… uh… what?" Emma pressed.

"Oh yes, L. Please DO enlighten her." BB leaned against the door, cackling faintly.

"Well… Uh… Emma. I'm guessing your mother didn't have time to teach you these things.. Uhm.. Every girl reaches the peak of their girlhood. Then you make the transition to a woman… And uh…
Well you're not dying I'm 100% sure of that. You… You had your period."

"What's a period?"

BB hooted with laughter as L's cheeks took on a faint pink hue. "Please L, explain what a period is!"

"WATARI!"