Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated for so long.
Chica was awoken from her slumber not by the alarm clock, but by Freddy's bloodcurdling scream. Chica sat bolt upright in fear, adrenaline racing through her body. She vaguely saw Freddy dart out of the bedroom and into the shared bathroom.
"Freddy?"
She knocked on the door as the other girls nearby crowded around. "Freddy, are you okay in there?" she asked.
"What's going on?" Bri yawned. Other girls voiced the same question.
"Freddy? Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Silence. And then, "I'M GONNA DIE!"
What? "Freddy, what do you mean?" Chica asked.
"I-I woke up, a-and I was b-bleeding from... down there. I-I got it o-on the sheets t-too." Chica could hear the embarrassment in Freddy's voice. Somehow, a majority of the surrounding girls seemed to get what was happening. "Huh? What...?"
It was Emmy who clarified for her. She placed a hand on Chica's shoulder. "Freddy's having her first period."
After they managed to coax Freddy out of the bathroom, some of the girls agreed to give Freddy some...supplies to deal with her first period. They alerted one of the ladies in charge of the dorms that Freddy's sheets needed to be changed, and all was well... except for Freddy acting differently, which Goldie, Bonnie, Foxy, and Ben immediately noticed (well, it took Ben a little longer seeing as he didn't know her as well as the others).
"What's up with her?" Bonnie asked at lunch the next day, after Freddy stormed off, angry and tired for no real reason. Chica had prepared for this question. "It's girl problems. You wouldn't understand."
Foxy raised an eyebrow. "Really? What do you mean?"
"It's girl stuff."
"What kind of girl stuff?" this time it was Goldie.
Ben was interested too. Chica sighed as she realized she'd have to explain.
"Well, when a girl reaches a certain age, she bleeds from 'down there' for about five days every mo-"
"STOP!" Ben yelled, face flushed. "I know what it is, I know IknowIknowIknow! Please stop talking!"
The other boys were weirded out as well. "Oh... so I guess 'outbursts' like that are some kinda symptom... makes sense." Chica looked at Foxy as he said this.
She smirked. "If I know Freddy, and I know her, she's gonna be even worse later on. Besides, 'outbursts' as you put it, aren't exactly the only symptom."
All the boys groaned simultaneously.
Tried to make a serious chapter, and this is what I came up with. Goodnight everyone, it's like 10:30.
