Please R&R
My name is Queenie Curtis, I guess you could say I'm the odd one out in my family. I grew up with my three brothers Darry 21, Sodapop 17, Ponyboy 15; and me, well I'm 13- only just turned it 2 weeks ago.
"Queenie Elizabeth Curtis, get your butt up now, for the millionth time!" Darry shouted, banging on my door like a crazy man.
"Just five more minutes, please Darry" I frowned, turning the side to get more comfortable.
"No, Queenie, up right now. You're going to be late to school again."
"Darry, I'm not getting up and if you don't like it, well, then you can just shut your trap Darry!" I growled angrily, pressing the pillow over my ears, trying to block his no increasingly loud voice. "Just fuck off!" I snapped, the house erupting into silence. Even Darry. Finally. Peace and quiet. Just as I was starting to drift off to sleep my door slammed open, showing a livid Darry, fuming- he was so angry he was beginning to shake.
"Don't you ever tell me- or anybody else for that matter to get fucked- you're not trash so don't talk like it, do you understand me you little shit?" I don't know what came over me but I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes as I looked down at the sheets of my bed, my teeth dug into my lip as I reverted my eyes from his own.
"Hey... Queenie? Baby, what's been 'goin on? You've been acting so strange lately. One minute you're happy, the next you're sad and frustrated" he sat next to me and grabbed my hand in his, squeezing it. "Has someone been mean to you at school?"
"No, I just haven't been feeling like myself lately"
"Okay baby, it's okay little darling, you're okay now" He crushed me into a bear hug, and rubbed my back gently. "Queenie Q, baby, I know you don't want to go to school but will you go for me? We'll do something after you come home, just you and me"
I nodded hesitantly, it wasn't often that I got to spend time with Darry anymore, he was always too busy working and keeping us all in line.
"Good honey" He kissed my forehead. "Please hurry though, okay?" he didn't wait for a reply, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Groaning I got up and trudged down into the bathroom, my stomach searing in pain- I closed the door behind me. I started taking off my clothes, first with my tank top and then with my pyjama bottoms. I pulled down my undies but something caught my attention- blood. My underwear but something caught my attention- blood. My underwear had blood in them, and I screamed because the only thought in my head was "I'm going to die"
"Queenie?" Darry's voice came up the hallway hurriedly, scared and anxious.
Wrapping a towel around my body tightly, I opened the door to Darry and Sodapop.
"Honey, what's the- I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"I'm dying!"
"Honey, what're you talking about? Calm down, take some deep breaths" Darry whispered softly, his hands on my shoulders.
"There's blood everywhere!" They looked around the bathroom, only to look back at me.
"Where baby? I don't see any"
"It's... It's in my underwear"
"Oh god" Darry groaned out, trying to look anywhere except at me. "Didn't ma every tell you any of this stuff?"
"I don't want to die like mama and daddy did, Darry!"
"Oh baby girl" Soda whispered, he wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace rubbing soothing circles into my back that was hidden by the towel.
"You're not going to die my little angel" Soda whispered as he looked at Darry that was right behind us. "Darry, go to the store and pick up some tampons or pads, and I'll talk to Queenie. But make sure the others don't know, I don't want her to get embarrassed. I'm going to the DX and tell them I can't come in today"
"I think I should do the same" Darry muttered, obviously uncomfortable for some reason.
"No, no, it's alright I can do it" When he nodded, he left and Soda just looked at me with a small frown on his face. "I almost forgot you were going to go through this honey. I should've told you awhile ago, both me and Darry"
"Am I going to die?" I choked out.
"No baby girl, you're not" he took a few minutes before he started talking. "It's called a period" I could see pink tinting his cheeks. "You get your period every month. Do you know those mood changes you've been getting – like, one minute you're happy, the next you want to kill somebody or feel like you're going to start crying your heart out? I nodded mumbling out a small yes as he took me over to the edge of the bath so I could sit.
"That's because of your period. It's called PMS which is why I never yelled back at you when you yelled at me. I understood what you were going through. Do you know that blood you saw this morning, it's going to happen for a real long time."
"But why does it have to happen, Soda?" I asked my eyes widened as I looked at him for answers. "Why do I have to get them?"
"Okay, this is the smartest I am ever going to sound, so you shut your mouth about it, okay darling?"
"Okay..." I trailed off, thoroughly confused.
"Girls have two ovaries- thingy's. Each one of these thingy's holds hundreds of thousands of very tiny eggs; the eggs are so tiny that you can only see them with a microscope. By the time an egg is released it is the biggest cell in the human body — about as big as the head of a common pin. Girls are born with all the eggs they will ever have. An ovary releases an egg about once a month. Realising an egg is called ovulation
"The egg moves through a tube toward the uterus- which is basically the womb; most of the time, the egg breaks apart before it gets to that part. Before the ovary lets an egg go, the womby thingy begins building up a lining. It is made of tissue and blood and all that nasty stuff-. The egg breaks apart, when the lining of tissue and blood isn't needed. It flows out of the uterus, through the cervix, through the vagina, and out of the girl's body. That's when you have your period."
"I get my period because I have chicken eggs inside of me?"
That's when he lost it- fits of laughter escaped from out of his mouth as he let go of me and clutched to the side of the bath, his hand slipped and his body slumped to the tiles.
"Soda!" I cried, biting my lip hard. "It's not funny! I'm scared!" That remark made him stop laughing at least a little bit as he sat back up, but still, some slipped through.
"No- no. Not chicken eggs, they look nothing like chicken eggs."
"Are they going to hatch!?" I quickly asked, as he bit his lip, his cheeks puffed, he looked like he was trying not to laugh.
"N-oh" That was enough he laughed. Big guffaws, he clutched his sides, trying to capture enough air to stop his chuckles
"Okay, let me make things clear for you. Your period is the unused eggs, they will not hatch. The only way to make babies is by a male..." he tried to find a word from in his head. "Seed... but that's something I will explain later, I think this is enough for both you and I today-"The door opened and in came Darry, a bag filled with boxes.
"Here" then he just left, placing the bag on the ground and shutting the door.
"Okay, most of these will have instructions on the back or somewhere in the boxes. I'm going to leave you to having a shower, just read the boxes or whatever it comes in and you'll be fine."